I felt like I needed to write all this down while it's fresh in my mind so that I don't forget it. I'm pretty sure I know what most of it means, but I think writing it down will leave room for further interpretation later on, as well as giving me something to look back at. I figure what better place to keep it than at FaithWriters. Besides, maybe someone has some insight that I don't personally have and you'd like to share it with me.
In a dream: I was standing on the opposite side of the street from a block of run down, over-crowded buildings that were something like apartments, but they all touched each other (no yards) and were stacked on top of each other 3 or 4 high. The ground in front of them was just dirt... no grass. I think the side of the street I was standing on was empty, but I‘m not certain of that. I do know that I was standing in grass. I found it odd that I was standing on the opposite side of the street as I’m no stranger to poverty. I am a stranger, however, to such overcrowding. I was looking at the scene as though from a distance and was being kept separated from it somehow. When I woke up, I felt like I should have been very compassionate and saddened by the condition of that street. And I was, somewhat, after I woke up, but not while I was dreaming. It didn’t seem like it was meant to have made me sad, but that there was something significant about it.
A man came out of the middle of the buildings and walked across the street to where I was. I don‘t know what he looked like except that he was really old. He came over to me and handed me a blank sheet of paper. All of a sudden, I was somewhere else and there was nothingness, just emptiness except for that piece of paper. It was all by itself. Then it started shining and took up most of my vision. It was bright, bright white. I could hear someone speaking in a foreign language.
Then I was somewhere else again. I have no idea where. It was just me, not specifically in a place or house or anything. I think it might have been that empty lot again though because the old man materialized in front of me and sat something down beside my feet on some grass. He said “A gift for you.” I looked down and it looked like an urn of some sort with a lid but no handles. It was made out of bright blue (what I assume was glass) cut in diamond shapes... like a huge sapphire. It was solid, no holes or anything. The lid was made out of the same glass or gem, but I knew there was a lid because I could see the slight hint of a lip. This urn thing was about 2 1/2 feet tall. I think the urn-like thing was a gift in itself, but I think its contents were the actual gift. But I don’t know what the contents were because I woke up before I could look.
I’m not sure how or even if the two are connected, but I feel like they are. I had the dream last night, (or rather this morning) but yesterday I had something like a vision. There was a dust storm and all the air was filled with dust and the wind was blowing. When it passed and everything was covered in dust, my hands felt gritty. I looked down at my palm (left one I think) and it was all covered in shards of gold rather than dust or sand. I rubbed my fingers together to feel of it and a piece cut me like a splinter. I started to bleed, but the drop immediately turned to liquid gold. I was looking intently at it when my palms started sweating profusely. I didn’t feel hot though and wondered if I sweating elsewhere. So I wiped the back of my hand across my forehead and gold dust came off on the back of my hand.
Wow! This is powerful. I agree with Peggy in regards to my first thoughts while reading this, but I am afraid to attempt any translation with the wisdom of man. I pray that God gives me the ability to translate this dream with His wisdom and revelation. Just the thought of you being blessed tremendously for the purpose of you sharing that blessing. The blood indicates a sacrifice on your part. Your wealth is not all that will be required of you in this calling. It is also the promise of not only you ministering, but on of your blood following suit. That is what comes to mind as I write. God bless you. I will pray for more clarification. In Christ, Christian
Treava, dear friend, this is awesome to take in! I think the 'old man' was God and He wanted to get you to a place alone where He could have your complete attention and where He could pour His gifts into you. I think the 'gold dust' incident meant God wants you to reach out to others and share His Word and tell about the sacrifice of His Son (the blood you shared). I know there is much more to this, but these were the first thoughts I had and I wanted to share them with you. Basically, God wants to get your whole-hearted attention and then wants to empower you with HIS LOVE so that you can share all He has given to you. I love you, Sis....Peggy