I had a dream last night
I had a dream last night, I forgot it when I woke up, but by a conversation this evening the entire dream in full detail came rushing back to me.
In the dream, there was a large womens march, and all the abolitionists came to protest it. But then there was trouble, so I ran away, I was running away with my brother, and we were running, for a long time we were running. Then I turned, and we went into a small bystreet because I thought "it will be safe, no one will be there, because it's small." But when we turned into it, the whole womens march was there, and all the abolitionists, and the pro-choicers and those with the LGBTQ agenda were there, and had taken all the abolitionists into a corner and were holding them there. And I said, "Why are you here, I thought you wouldn't be here because it's small." And a policeman smiled and said, "didn't you know, they came here because they thought you wouldn't notice since it's a byway street." Then I was taken aside and held aside with the other abolitionists. Then as we were standing there (we weren't protesting, or fighting against them then) one of the leaders of the pro-choicers -a woman- said, "We actually have a surprise for you, one of your people -looking towards the abolitionists- has turned and changed her mind. And I had this horrible gut feeling as if my stomach dropped out of me, and I turned towards the lady. Then my younger sister, stepped from behind her, wearing one of those bright pink pro-choice shirts, and the lady said, "right. you have decided to be pro-choice?" and my younger sister said, "yes, I have decided to be pro-choice because I think it's the right way." Then she looked at me, and I looked at her straight in the eyes, and it was as if I held her there. And I told her, "Don't rebel just because you can." and there was dead silence. Then she said, in a small voice, "I think I've changed my mind." And stepped over to were the young abolitionists were.
Then the pro-choicers led us into a large room, and separated, the kids from the young people, and it was only young people, many were there whom I knew, and who I didn't know. And everyone were young adults, children, and teenagers. Then they started to parade all these children in front of us, they were teenagers and children. These were the kids whose parents had not indoctrinated or stood up for what they believed, or the kids of those who really didn't care, or didn't have a view, or just did what everyone else said. And as they were walking before us, I began to recognize them. And I was calling out their names. Kids from my neighborhood, the people I knew and had known from my coop, and even those from my church. But no one was looking up, all the kids kept looking forward, at the people in front of them, or at the door on the other side of the room, no one looked up at us. But there was one kid, (he's eight, he is our neighbor, and we take him to church) I called out his name, and he came running to me, and hugged me, and I told him, "Don't forget what you learned in church, don't forget," and I was telling him the words of the creed, but in simple words, and he said, "I won't forget." Then the teachers and pro-choicers who were leading the kids called him back, and he had to go. I kept on calling names, names, and names, but no one looked up, even my friends from church. Then one of the abolitionists near me said, "How do you know all these people?" and I said, "I live here!" Then I saw one girl from my coop, she was crying, and unlike all the other kids, was looking up, up into the abolitionist's faces. She was wearing mascara, and her tears made it run down her face. And I called out her name, and she looked at me, and I called her name again. But she looked into my eyes, then on all the others, and then looked back at the kids in front of her, the door at the end of the hallway, and passed through the door. After that, I did not call many more names, for I did not know the ones who passed, except a few. When procession, the parade of people was finished, the pro-choicers took us into more rooms. Then they tried to break us, to turn us aside. They started by pretending to be the good guys, they would give us pictures to paint, but it was always the same thing, and they would try to make us copy their paintings. But no one would copy them, we would paint or draw something else always. They would give us menial tasks, and blast there agenda in our ears, but we would not turn away. Then they resorted to pain and punishment, trying to break us that way. But we were together, and we were too strong; we encouraged one another, and held fast to the faith, and to what we knew was true. We prayed together, we sang hymns to God, and we stood fast. They could not break us apart because we were together.
Then they tried to split us up, they thought, "if we separate them from each other, they will not be able to hold together because they aren't together." So they sent off groups of five or six apart, to live with someone who would speak and teach the pro-choicers agenda, for they thought they could break us if we were separated.
I and a group of five other young abolitionists, men and women, were sent to a small farm, where we would work all day, and the owners of the farm would speak the pro-choicers' agenda. The pro-choicers thought that we would not have enough time, or have enough energy to pray together and encourage one another. But even though we were separated, we held to the truths we knew, and we encouraged and prayed together. And through the spirit of God, we stayed strong.
Then through our conduct, our cheerfulness and the way we held ourselves, we were able to minister to those who held us. And we were able to speak with them about the truth. After some time, another group of abolitionists were sent to us, and they had stayed strong, and they came to encourage us. And we prayed together and encouraged one another.
Here the dream ended, to the best of my remembrance.
But one more thing I have to say, every night before I go to sleep, I ask that God will speak to me through my dreams, that he will prophesy through my dreams, like in Acts 2:17-21.
In the dream, there was a large womens march, and all the abolitionists came to protest it. But then there was trouble, so I ran away, I was running away with my brother, and we were running, for a long time we were running. Then I turned, and we went into a small bystreet because I thought "it will be safe, no one will be there, because it's small." But when we turned into it, the whole womens march was there, and all the abolitionists, and the pro-choicers and those with the LGBTQ agenda were there, and had taken all the abolitionists into a corner and were holding them there. And I said, "Why are you here, I thought you wouldn't be here because it's small." And a policeman smiled and said, "didn't you know, they came here because they thought you wouldn't notice since it's a byway street." Then I was taken aside and held aside with the other abolitionists. Then as we were standing there (we weren't protesting, or fighting against them then) one of the leaders of the pro-choicers -a woman- said, "We actually have a surprise for you, one of your people -looking towards the abolitionists- has turned and changed her mind. And I had this horrible gut feeling as if my stomach dropped out of me, and I turned towards the lady. Then my younger sister, stepped from behind her, wearing one of those bright pink pro-choice shirts, and the lady said, "right. you have decided to be pro-choice?" and my younger sister said, "yes, I have decided to be pro-choice because I think it's the right way." Then she looked at me, and I looked at her straight in the eyes, and it was as if I held her there. And I told her, "Don't rebel just because you can." and there was dead silence. Then she said, in a small voice, "I think I've changed my mind." And stepped over to were the young abolitionists were.
Then the pro-choicers led us into a large room, and separated, the kids from the young people, and it was only young people, many were there whom I knew, and who I didn't know. And everyone were young adults, children, and teenagers. Then they started to parade all these children in front of us, they were teenagers and children. These were the kids whose parents had not indoctrinated or stood up for what they believed, or the kids of those who really didn't care, or didn't have a view, or just did what everyone else said. And as they were walking before us, I began to recognize them. And I was calling out their names. Kids from my neighborhood, the people I knew and had known from my coop, and even those from my church. But no one was looking up, all the kids kept looking forward, at the people in front of them, or at the door on the other side of the room, no one looked up at us. But there was one kid, (he's eight, he is our neighbor, and we take him to church) I called out his name, and he came running to me, and hugged me, and I told him, "Don't forget what you learned in church, don't forget," and I was telling him the words of the creed, but in simple words, and he said, "I won't forget." Then the teachers and pro-choicers who were leading the kids called him back, and he had to go. I kept on calling names, names, and names, but no one looked up, even my friends from church. Then one of the abolitionists near me said, "How do you know all these people?" and I said, "I live here!" Then I saw one girl from my coop, she was crying, and unlike all the other kids, was looking up, up into the abolitionist's faces. She was wearing mascara, and her tears made it run down her face. And I called out her name, and she looked at me, and I called her name again. But she looked into my eyes, then on all the others, and then looked back at the kids in front of her, the door at the end of the hallway, and passed through the door. After that, I did not call many more names, for I did not know the ones who passed, except a few. When procession, the parade of people was finished, the pro-choicers took us into more rooms. Then they tried to break us, to turn us aside. They started by pretending to be the good guys, they would give us pictures to paint, but it was always the same thing, and they would try to make us copy their paintings. But no one would copy them, we would paint or draw something else always. They would give us menial tasks, and blast there agenda in our ears, but we would not turn away. Then they resorted to pain and punishment, trying to break us that way. But we were together, and we were too strong; we encouraged one another, and held fast to the faith, and to what we knew was true. We prayed together, we sang hymns to God, and we stood fast. They could not break us apart because we were together.
Then they tried to split us up, they thought, "if we separate them from each other, they will not be able to hold together because they aren't together." So they sent off groups of five or six apart, to live with someone who would speak and teach the pro-choicers agenda, for they thought they could break us if we were separated.
I and a group of five other young abolitionists, men and women, were sent to a small farm, where we would work all day, and the owners of the farm would speak the pro-choicers' agenda. The pro-choicers thought that we would not have enough time, or have enough energy to pray together and encourage one another. But even though we were separated, we held to the truths we knew, and we encouraged and prayed together. And through the spirit of God, we stayed strong.
Then through our conduct, our cheerfulness and the way we held ourselves, we were able to minister to those who held us. And we were able to speak with them about the truth. After some time, another group of abolitionists were sent to us, and they had stayed strong, and they came to encourage us. And we prayed together and encouraged one another.
Here the dream ended, to the best of my remembrance.
But one more thing I have to say, every night before I go to sleep, I ask that God will speak to me through my dreams, that he will prophesy through my dreams, like in Acts 2:17-21.
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