I was in Jesus’ secret garden. It was on a hill in what appeared to be Judea, just outside Jerusalem. The hill was planted with young pine trees, only about six inches in diameter. They were perfectly straight and had been pruned up from the bottom; their canopies reached about twenty or thirty feet into the air. He took me to the top of the hill and showed me a great city in the distance. I felt such peace and comfort in this place. I looked at him and said: “we are so not worthy of being in this place with you.” He didn’t pay any attention to my statement but acknowledged my humility in His Spirit.

I was going to a concert to worship the Lord, and I had some extra time, so I walked into an aquarium store and began looking around. A few minutes before the show started, I approached the ticket booth. The person informed me the concert was sold out. I was very disappointed, but then I looked at some papers I was holding and discovered that I already had a ticket.

I was in a small room, almost like a hallway. In front of me was what appeared to be an elevator shaft. There was what seemed to be an elevator car inside, and it was divided into three sections, like a revolving door. As the door turned, I could see the symbolism that represented the people of the world. The atmosphere was dark, and they seemed bound in structure. I prayed that the yoke of their bondage would be lifted. As I prayed, I pressed into the elevator shaft and broke through to the other side. There was freedom.

I was in a building with two rooms. To my right was a gathering room, and in front of me was a room with a beverage bar. I had come to deliver a message. Inside the gathering room were primarily men and some women standing around tables, talking casually and not taking an interest in any serious issues, including those I came to discuss. There was a foolish spirit about them. I left the room and went to the bar for a drink. The person served up an orange liquid that appeared to be like concentrated orange juice. There was juice spilled all over the counter, and everything was sticky. I was wearing a white shirt and tie and trying to lift the cup without getting sticky orange sweetener on me.

I stood in a hallway next to a gathering room. There were many people inside, talking and going about their business. A man approached me with a microphone and began singing in a booming yet beautiful voice: “Hear revival in our land!” He sang this repeatedly, and I began to sing with him. I looked inside the room, but no one was listening to us.

I was riding in front of a farm machine that appeared to be traditionally used for harvesting wheat. I looked across a large field covered with wheat straw. The kernels had already fallen to the ground without being harvested, and the straw was dry and pale colored; much of it crushed or bent over. The machine moved up the right side of the field very quickly, not harvesting the straw but churning the soil into fine powder reading for replanting. There were several large stones in front of us, and I was concerned they would stop the machine, but it plowed right through without any notice of the rocks, pulverizing them into powder.

I was inside a church sanctuary prepared to teach when suddenly, everyone left. I searched the people and found them distracted by secular activities and music, and they showed no interest in my teaching. I finally ascended to a high place in the church. A flimsy wood platform began to wobble and fell far off the cliff's edge.

I was walking down a city street. Two Black gangster men began threatening me, and I was not afraid. I grabbed their arms and began praying for them, feeling the powerful anointing of the Holy Spirit. Immediately, their spirits were changed, and I could feel the love they had received in their hearts. The men followed me to a banquet room, where I introduced them to some other Christians.