I saw a young man walking by. He was hardened, and I could tell he had done terrible things. I looked out my window and called him over. I said: “Have you heard of Christ and his gift of forgiveness and salvation?” He listened, and I shared with him more about Christ. I told him how God is with us and for us, not against us. I could hear several other women chime in and talk to the man about their testimonies of Christ. As we spoke, I could feel the spirit of God growing. It became so powerful that we all began weeping. I sensed our words, and the Spirit of God moved the man.

I was interviewing a large, heavyset man. He was sitting at a table wearing a charcoal grey suit and white shirt. I was sitting on the table edge, and my wife was sitting in a chair to my left. I handed him a plate of food. He ate the food with his fingers, wiping the plate and stuffing small leftovers into his mouth. The whole scene was quite disgusting. With my arms folded, I smugly asked him: “How did you get selected for this interview?” He looked up, handed me his wrinkled resume stapled to a two-page flier, and said, "Someone just told me to come to a party.” And as he said this, I could hear the voice of a black preacher telling everyone to come to a great party, a feast, a banquet table set for everyone.

I was inside a safe and warm house. It was dark outside, and it felt dangerous. I kept checking the windows to make sure they were locked. I heard noises outside one of the windows. I checked it several times but saw nothing. I then decided to open that window and look outside. I could see three young boys standing near a trash dumpster. They seemed harmless, yet I feared them for some reason. One of the boys saw me and came over quickly. He looked at me and said in a desperate, almost crying voice: “I want to come home.” We are all children in God’s eyes, and I knew these boys represented children that God is calling to himself and that he desires for me to reach out to those he sends my way. This dream is an apostolic calling to bring others closer to God.

I was in a large gathering hall with other men. My son was with me. Off to the side and near the entrance to this room was a counter located in a mezzanine area. A blacksmith was standing behind the counter, showing me two metal samples. To the right was a thin, spindly selection that was relatively soft and flexible. To the left was a large solid piece that was very dense and hard. It had a density number off the charts: 780,000 to the power of 66,000.

A large, aggressive man claimed that my white peg tool board was his and took it away from me. At first, I conceded and allowed him to walk away, but then I realized he was taking all my tools. I went towards him and claimed the pegboard like mine. He said it was his and began showing me the tools he had placed on the board. His tools had been placed there without my permission. But I did recognize that some of the more extensive, rustier tools were indeed his. However, most were mine and were smaller and in much better condition.

I was in a park. It was a small grassy area with a concrete walkway to the left. Behind was a cluster of small dense trees. In the middle was a large tree, not resembling anything I had ever seen. I looked like a cross between a Eucalyptus and an Olive. I climbed high up into its branches and noticed many were dead and brittle. I was up very high and started becoming nervous. Then I saw two men come down and start pruning away the dead wood. They worked for a little while, leaving only healthy branches. The tree now looked vigorous and healthy. I started climbing down. I noticed that the trunk of the tree was ancient and burled. I then saw other men repairing what appeared to be a bathroom structure. The building was gone, and only a sewer drain pipe remained along the edge of the concrete walkway.