Note 1: After I finished writing out the text of this dream. I prayed and asked the Holy Spirit about it. I began to suspect a higher reason, and asked, "Are you doing this because people are praying to know if Bethel Redding is false?"
"No," He said. I wondered why He recently sent so many dreams about Bethel.
"I am causing them to pray for clarification," He said. "I want them to see the Light, my Way."
Note 2: Preceding this dream, for many months I received a common, frustrating dream. I would be somewhere, in a coffee house usually, and step away. When I returned, my things were stolen. The items varied, but included valuables like my wallet, my Ipad, and similar valuables. Sometimes, it was a large store of money saved for me, but taken. In some of the dreams,the unseen thief or thieves enters because a door is unlocked or left open. In most of the first ones, nobody saw anything. In one of the last dreams, someone stole some of my possessions which were stored "at my father's house" in a locker which had been left unlocked for the night, in a building whose door had the lock and handle completely removed.
Now, the dreams of October 16th:
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Woke at 4:34 a.m. This is what I dreamed prior:
Scene 1: At the conclusion of some events, I stand in my new, empty home and look around. Two areas near the entrance have thick carpet, a soft brûlée color. I like it. But, a coat of white dust covers much of the floor and carpet. If you have ever properly sanded a wall in preparation for a new coat of paint, this is the kind of fine dust that work creates. In places, it has been swept into piles. “Later, I will need to vacuum,” I think.
Scene 2: I walk near my new home, feeling joyful and energetic. A woman emerges from the water.
She asks if she can dry her clothes and clean up at my home. I agree.
She and I walk toward my home. The day is sunny and the walk is beautiful. Trees and a lot of green shrubbery and grassed areas line the path. She walks ahead of me, about 10 yards. Suddenly, a thin man jumps out from bushes on the right. An open, zippered leather jacket hangs loosely over his thin frame.
“Ho now,” he says. "Howz about you give me your wallet?" He delivers a cool speech in which he lets me know I am being robbed. Instead of handing over my wallet, I grab him and throw him off the top of the retaining wall on the left side of the walk.
I run with the girl toward my home. I reach my door. As I unlock it, the girl calls out to the man, telling him she now knows where I live and to come quickly. I enter and swing the door to close it behind me. The woman grabs the outside knob and we tug it back and forth. I struggle without success to close and lock the door before the man arrives.
Scene 3: The latter half of Scene 2 resets and plays out largely the same. Except, when the man appears, there is a realization, “Whoa, this has happened before.” I throw him off the retaining wall again, but run past the woman. I reach the door and notice that my door number is something like 200 (or 400?) As I enter, I think, “Now I’ve betrayed where I live again.” The two of them arrive and press on the door. (This time, the door opens in instead of out.) The woman gets her arm over the top of the door. I am on the floor, kicking with my feet and using my body mass to block the door. This
positions my body outside of the angle she blindly points something in her hand.
“She has a gun,” I think. But then I notice that the business end is not a barrel. It has a kind of cross-tip, like a drill bit. It looks more like a compact Phillips head electric drill than a gun.
Scene 4: I suddenly appear in a building. Without any idea where I might be, I look at the decor and think it must be a beauty salon. People walking past me wear nice clothing, have jewelry and the women have salon hair styles. Behind me is a short piece of furniture with rows and columns of square drawers. This is maybe 5 or 6 drawers across and 3 or 4 drawers deep.
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| The paint shows brush stroke accents. Blues. |
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| In the drawer |
Scene 5: I am again at the same place with the table of square drawers in rows and columns. There are many people walking about. I still do not know where this is. I stop a woman and ask.
“Don’t you know where you are?” she asks.
“No. Where is this?”
“You are in the place where you give your soul but are allowed to keep your body until you die.” This shocks me and I say nothing. She speaks again. “You are in Bethel, Redding.”
Scene 6: I stand overlooking an area of wood-clad shops. The land slopes down to some buildings
I think, “I did not come here on my own. I supernaturally traveled here. This means God put me here and I have great power to back me up." Then, I say to the Holy Spirit, "So, then, let's go down and see what will happen.”
I start walking downhill toward the shops. There is a walk which forms three legs of a long rectangle. The short side which would have been on the uphill end, is left out of the design. The shops are arranged along the outside of the walk, facing inward.
I walk down the side to the right and across the relatively level short side at the low end. As I walk up the third side, a man jumps out to rob me. I step away and look for the woman accomplice. Instead of the blonde, a second man steps forward to support the mugger. “Ah, the second person is really a man,” I think. A third man steps forward. I step away further and continue walking back. A third man also steps forward from the crowd. He has the soft blue gun and points it at me as I turn to run. He fires. A small shiny metal rod projectile hits me in the left forearm, about 2 inches proximal to the wrist and above the radius bone. The bit is about as long as a grain of rice, but much smaller in diameter. My feet carry me away as fast as I can go.I arrive at my mother’s home just as she returns from work. She is tired, but lets me in. I wash my hands and examine the wound. A red welt the size of a cherry already formed. I pimple squeeze it, but fail to dislodge the metal bit. The burgundy, half-sphere shaped, ceramic sink fills with water. Someone’s facial hair shavings float along the top of the water.
A loud banging noise comes from the area of the front door. Through the clear panels of the door, I see one of the men from the ambush on the walway.
“Don’t you know we put a tracker in you?” he mocks. “We followed you right here.” A second and third man appear. They kick in the door. They rush in and as they do, a fourth man, hidden to the side of the entrance, follows them in. I back up to the furthest room in the home, near the kitchen. My mother was sitting here, tired, head down. Now, she stands.
I see her in the corner, to my left, and think, “Now, I also have my mother to help me." The first to bang the door steps to me in his baggy olive drab jacket (reminiscent of Vietnam era utility jacket.)
I punch and kick him. He goes down. A second man jumps. Stepping back, I grab him and guide his fall so he lands atop the first man. I put a knee on his forearm so he cannot stand. I connect three or four punches to the side of his face before the third man jumps at me. We wrestle for superior arm grip. I win and bring him down onto his two buddies. I put my right knee now onto the third man’s forearm and my punches land on him. The fourth man is larger in size than any one of the other three. He has a bit of a gut and white hair. But, he does not attack before the scene ends. This is the man who shot me on the walk. (Scene break, but same backdrop of mother’s house.) After the fight is won, I run through the house. Where is my wallet? Where is it? Did they get it? I open a brown bag and see there both my wallet and another valuable possession. “Phew,” I sigh.
Then, a voice says, “They were with you all along.”
Scene 7: Two men are already off the scene. One is being led off, and police are tightening cuffs on the last of the four men. As uniformed police lead this last man away, a woman with light-colored, somewhat frizzy hair steps forward. She wears simple street clothes, nothing elaborate or lavish, and says, “I understand your situation. I am also from Ukraine.” She is a detective, I think, someone with more authority than the uniforms.
Scene 8: I again walk the rectangular walk, on the down sloping side. On the right, between the walk and a shop face, a woman sits on something like the low end of a see-saw. I join her by sitting on the lever arm on her side, a bit higher up along the length running to the fulcrum.
I tell her the story. She wrinkles her mouth a bit and looks askance, a bit off to her right, away from my eyes.
“Don’t you understand?” I ask. “I beat four men. I beat four men! That is not possible for a man to do. Only God can do this. God has done this! It can only be God. Don’t you see?”
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Then I woke and it was morning. I wrote two pages of notes and made sketches.An hour later, I typed it out. Less than 12 hours later, I published the message here on this blog.
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Interpretation:
Man in a new home: A new Christian.
Woman who fell into the water: A fallen spirit
She has shear clothing: A spirit of lust and immodesty, hidden but exposed by the Holy Spirit
Skinny man in loose jacket: Spirit of Arrogance, false representation and self image awareness (people with this spirit have unearned confidence and make efforts to control how others perceive them. The skinny man's speech was intentionally theatrical.)
Con woman and con man: deceptive unclean spirits
What the con artists want to steal: souls
Entering the home: entering the soul; entering a person's life
Open door: As God in Rev 3:20 says to open the door and let Him in... So, too, do the unclean spirits want to enter. The struggle at the door is a spiritual battle. An open door is an opportunity for someone or some thing. The man was deceived and opened the door to the spirit of lust. He quickly realized the truth and then fought to close the door.
Hallway table with drawers: I think this is an actual furnishing at Bethel.
Wooden shops with cafe and wood plank walkway: I believe this is an actual place. I once saw something similar in Florida.
Tracking chip gun: This is not a device to buy and sell. It was used to track people and learn where they might run in a time of trouble.When I prayed about this, the Holy Spirit showed me that they are tracking people in multiple ways: Smart phones, smart watches, electronic devices, loyalty shopping discount cards, GPS-capable automobiles, banking atm activity, ticket purchases and other e-finance activities. Additionally, He showed me that they also have algorithms to identify your haunts by analyzing the activity of your known associates. For example, if you turn off your cell phone and remove the battery, then drive in an a pre-GPS car to T.G.I. Fridays and meet your friends, they will identify you as a likely attendee when they place your associate(s) at the same place, and note that they arrived at about the same time as it would require you to arrive there, calculating from the time you disabled your devices tracking ability. There goal is to answer this question: "If this person runs, where will he go?"
Chip hit flesh above radius bone: This is the place I wear a GPS-enabled sports watch.
Three mugging attempts: the 1st, 2nd, and 3rd waves. The 1st wave with Bob Jones in Kansas City used the female angel Emma-O. The second wave was at Toronto. The third wave was Lakeland. Jones introduced her to Todd Bentley, who then started Lakeland using the same spirit. The 4th man who was hidden...
The 4th man: A 4th wave of the unholy? He was hidden in the first two attacks, and remained in the shadows on the 3rd attack, until the last moment, when he fired the tracking gun. But, in the 4th attack, the man makes his move.
"They were with you all along.": I believe this refers to Christians caught up in false movements... They are not really lost. The enemy has not stolen them. (From the previous months' dreams, it appears they might be lost. They are not.)
Men handcuffed: spirits bound in the name of Jesus.
Transportation and route to courthouse: This may be a real route. This screenshot taken from the RABA (Redding Area Bus Authority) website shows the acute-angle intersection of routes shown in the dream. The two legs are Route 273 (green and yellow) and West Cypress (light green and purple.) The Redding courthouse is located at 1500 Court Street. But, that is the wrong way for to match the dream. However, there is a U.S. District Court courthouse at 2986 Bechelli Lane. Bus route 5 can be caught on W. Cypress after Parkview Avenue.Additionally, Google maps shows a small canal running between the two roads, just as shown in the dream.
Appointment at the courthouse which has the woman concerned: Judgment Day.
Shops area: I think this place, and the woman on the see-saw are an actual place and an actual woman. She is wavering back and forth on accepting that she is in a false movement. When she hears the story, she has a difficult time believing it, even though she and I are "on the same side."
Doubting woman in Scene 8: a real woman, who will doubt this story, but whose heart God is moving to examine the NAR/Emergent Church/INC movement more closely.