Recent dreams containing writing page 5

Dreamt of writing a fantastic song.

Then I saw in the right hand of him who sat on the throne a scroll with writing on both sides and sealed with seven seals. 2 And I saw a mighty angel proclaiming in a loud voice, “Who is worthy to break the seals and open the scroll?” 3 But no one in heaven or on earth or under the earth could open the scroll or even look inside it. 4 I wept and wept because no one was found who was worthy to open the scroll or look inside. 5 Then one of the elders said to me, “Do not weep! See, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the Root of David, has triumphed. He is able to open the scroll and its seven seals.”

He was writing my name and a password on a blackboard

He was writing my name and a password on a black board

I had a dream where I was receiving information but I didn't know who it was from. It would contain information either about people I knew or things to inform me where to go. The only thing is, on some of the writings only I could see and read them. Then when my sister was in the room with me she just disappeared and as I was calling to my boyfriend to help me, my give got choked up and I couldn't move and everything started going black and I felt someone pinching me.

The dreamer is a lady living in UK. A friend to me who is writing it, living in Zambia. We were three in a dream. One man, which is me, and two ladies. We were in a plantation of Avocado trees. Then I advised the one lady to uproot some of the avocado plants so that we could transplant them at a new school which was being built in Zambia.She says, I continued encouraging her to get the avocado plants and transplant them at the school, for we were going to make money. She refused.

Midnight, street lights casting shadows on down town street. Everything is dim, few people around. a woman is building a bright blue (sky blue) picket fence from one side of the street to the other, she is working on it in the middle of the road so far. The blue fence is so brilliant as if it is blue light. I can't take my eyes off it! Then a shiny black ceramic horse, life-size appears to my right. It has bright white writing on it, but I can't make out what it says. There are splashes of color around its legs.

Writing on ceiling

My friend john who's always on his phone got off his phone. He was in my room at a white desk and started writing his memoir story. In his story he wrote about his life and how he feels now that he has put down his phone, and begun writing his story he started a new chapter of his life. He wrote about his friend as a child, his life on his phone, and his life without it.

I saw white background with black writing of songs and i was organising them like a playlist