God graced me with several dreams lately.  Though they’re unlike the ones I used to have everyday, it was honestly nice to have them back some.  God is so good!!  I’m thinking He allowed this because it was officially two years since God Saved me and brought me to His church and the altar to give my heart to Him.  :)  Praising God and glad to remember very intricately, how He did.  (But that’s for another post.  :) ) 

Some dreams:

I had a random vision ”Vivid White” Colgate toothpaste showed up in my dream.  Woke up and my dad had just bought some for our bathroom.  (Thank God!  I hate AIM!!)

Had a dream a customer was looking for a shirt with horses on it.  I was telling her it was in the front-right corner of our store.  The next day, a customer did ask about a shirt with horse print on it.  I remembered the dream and started getting excited.  Lol.  Told her about the dream, and that in the dream I said animal stuff is in the front corner of our store.  As I was looking for the shirt, I remember I irritated her and another person with her.  Either way, I was thinking it was because I didn’t end up finding the shirt.  I didn’t.  She found it on her own.  I saw her later in the store with her friend.  In the dream, though, it was a grandma like-figure.  Glad to know that it was a least some-what in line.

I had a dream that someone trying to kiss me had the tongue of a scorpion.  That same day, someone asked if I was a Scorpio.  Just a weird coincidence. 

This dream came in three-tiers. 

It is most apparent to me that that this entire thing was just one dream that kept streaming. 

Phase One: Halo-like/paint ball scene

I was in a field, and I noticed a purple humvee (without a roof).  It was abandoned.  I commandeered it, and the keys were still in the ignition.  I felt the thrill of taking it even though I knew it wasn’t mine. 

As I continued to drive, I noticed more roof-less humvees coming my way.  They all had different colors.  As we were passing, I was worried that one of them would know that I wasn’t one of them. 

Within the cloud of passing humvees, there was only one other purple one like mine.  I noticed the drivers, including myself, were wearing uniforms matching our vehicles, with colored hard-hats and microphone/earpieces as well.

Mid-Phase: Class-intercession

I felt like I was preparing for one big final.  It was a dance interpretation to the song “Winter Song”.  The room was dark, I felt a lot of stress, but I was practicing a lot, and had great vision of what I was going to perform.  I had confidence that I would do the best in the class even though I wasn’t raised as a dancer.

While I was focusing/stressing, my mom was commenting the entire time, somewhat forcibly, that I had to do well.  Repeatedly.  I was agitiated and retorted that I’ve been practicing, and everything I was doing was from our teacher’s lessons.

At the end of this mid-phase, I felt like I never ended up doing the final.

Mid-Phase Con’t: Class-intercession 2

Class began and the lights were on. The dance room filled with students.  The only person I recognize is my cousin.  I was in anticipation of the final that I was preparing for, and I figured this was our warm up: we had to go around the room using our hands to mimic birds.  (Wierd I know).  I had this feeling that everyone was in pretend-mode, when I was (and I think my cousin) were the ones trying to have fun, despite the charade.

Phase Two: Star Wars

I was in Star Wars basically in those starships shooting at one of the mounted defense pods (?) On the Death Star.

The defense pod beat me, and I lost my startship.  I was just standing on the floor like no big deal..

Next thing I know, my dog is pulling on me to go somewhere, and behind the corner of all the chaos, I see C3-PO in pieces and dead. I was SO SAD!

I reached for my phone to try to facebook/tweet it, but my phone battery was almost empty.

Midphase: Class intercession 3

My perpective switched.  I felt like I was watching through my friend Rion’s eyes, a good friend from high school.  I felt him saying (or thinking) “This one’s my favorite” and I was looking down at a phone/devise that recorded the class events. 

The setting was in a gym, and a lot of people were playing.  There was a vollyball net, though we weren’t playing with it.  (I don’t know what we were doing/playing, I could just tell that I, my sister, and my cousin were having fun and there was more people playing things.)  There was also a LOT of people on the bleachers just watching/not-participating.

When I kept replaying the video that was his favorite, it only showed me having a lot of fun, running through the crowd.

In the next observation, it was the same setting still full of people, but I noticed I was tall and solid.  My cousin was small but that he was the biggest (he looked most mature but was small, like a mini-man.)  But my sister was the biggest.  [She was not solid, which I feel means she still has more room for growth in her phase.  Not sure why I was large and solid.]

Phase Three: Hexagons and Teams

Each “team” from phase two made it to phase three.  I thought it was impossible, especially since I lost in the last phase.  I remember telling Rion that I couldn’t believe we made it to this stage considering that I did so horribly in the last one.

Rion and I were on the same team, the white team.  I noticed that we had the smallest team.  The only other team color I really remember is a black/metallic silver-white marble mix color hexagon. 

Ok this is where it gets a little complicated…. (easy to see in my mind, but hard to put in pretty writing, type of thing.)

In a white space, each person was represented by a hexagon.  There was a group of lined hexagons in a row, and all the other hexagons/teams (people from our church) were to touch as many of those hexagons before the countdown stopped.

When the countdown started, some teams (the hexagons) stayed in a group, my hexagon and Rion’s hexagon went on opposite ends of the line of hexagons, and for EACH SECOND LOST on the countdown, all the hexagons would fold inward towards the next inner hexagon, the pile getting smaller and small. 

We weren’t able to see which team touched the most hexagons until the end, based on which colors where what in majority, it was our team that won.

I woke up feeling very free.  That feeling you have when you just had A LOT of fun.  Elated. 

I’ve been praying and I feel like God says that it is His.  A lot of the interpretations made a LOT of sense… and they are consistent with other great, peaceful, revealing dreams.

It’s just been a while.  I haven’t had one like this for maybe months.

“bebo” to find a cousin my uncle and grandmother have been trying to find. 

Asked my aunt if she knew what “bebo” was (i.e. in Ilokano or any dialect) and she said that it was her first time ever hearing that. 

Searched on google; it’s an online social network site.  Made an account today; I’ll be careful to only use it for God…

Thank You Father…

‘son’

four years from now

Just remembered another “place” dream.  I’ve always had these random feelings that New York was a part of my calling.  Whether or not that’s just subconscious was not something I was sure of until I dreamt of word, “Hoboken.”

When I looked it up, it turns out to be a New Jersey shoreside, right across from New York’s finanical district.  Not sure of the significance; but it is what it is.  A dream.

Weeks ago God helped me make a list of predictions/direction/warnings for my life and onward until the year 2060. 

Then in a dream, He told me I had to post as much evidence of its existance.  I completely forgot that dream until now, so I’m starting Here.

It includes things like when I’ll get married, when I’m going to pass on my business and to whoooom…. births, when I’ll start my first ministry… etceterus.

RE: the biological mother/donor ; interesting dream.
memorialized death.

To see a stuffed animal in your dream, represents an immature attitude. You are trying to escape from your daily responsibilities and problems. Alternatively, a stuffed animal indicates your need to relax and be less serious. You need to let your mind and body to rejuvenate.�A stuffed animal may also mean security, love, comfort, support and unconditional or unquestioned love.

The stuffed bear was “$5.20”, and when I was about to try to seach a random scripture (Ch 5 verse 20) God nudged me towards my bedside blessings book in front of me.  When I looked up May 20 it said this..

Serenity is another word for peace; something we all long to have.  But this peace isn’t a nirvana hypnotic trance or something encountered by repeating a mantra a thousand times.  It isn’t acquired through yoga exercises or crystals or channeling or counsel from a guru in Tibet.  Where do we find this peace?  Peace comes from trusting in God.

The steadfast of mind You will keep in perfect peace, because he trusts in You. Isaiah 26:3

(May 19 on same page)  The secret to responsible trust is acceptance.  Acceptace is taking from God’s hand absoslutely anything He gives, looking into His face in trust and thanksgiving, knowing that the confinement of the hedge we’re in is good for His glory.  Even though what we’re enduring may be painful, it’s good simple because God Himself has allowed it.  Acceptance is resting in God’s goodness, believing that He has all things under His control— even people who are doing what is wrong.  Yes…even wrongdoers.

Let us not lose hear in doing good, for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary.  Gal 6:9

I think I need to look back at my sermon notes on God’s peace; the sermon at the SF Potter’s House the Sunday Elise and I went spoke to me about Trusting God…

He showed May 10, May 9 and May 8 just now….  More on trusting God and descriptions of His sovereignty. 

I guess I do need to relax…. It’s only week two and I know I’m already stressing out… He called me to type in a Word file and wouldn’t stop calling me to do so because I had so much on my mind… I kept wanting to stay in bed and try to sleep, but I kept hearing taps of encouragement to get up and type it out because it would help me sleep better… and it did.  Thank you God..

Wondering when it’ll be OK with God to post the recent visions I’ve been having…

Morning of our last service with Pastor and Prophet Jerry Fussel, God called me that morning to meditate the deepest I’ve ever done in the morning..

I mentioned some of it to sister K today on the ride to choir tonight; and on the way back home.

Maybe because I haven’t accepted it myself, or truly believe myself, or other reasons, I know I feel Him telling me to post this only when I’m ready.

I feel so bad when I can’t believe or when I discredit something so big just be…

Gosh.. the Spirit can be so loud sometimes..

As I was starting to doubt myself, it called me to stop, and lay down on my bed.  After I felt that call, I looked toward my bed.. it was if someone was saying, “lie down so I can show you again.”

The truth is, I find it to be an honor- just to have one quick dream of God showing me that I was most like Kyle and Mason.

And though I know in my heart I will be teaching and ministering one day, sharing that some honor with Kyle to preach to hundreds of thousands is something I still don’t want to believe.

I think that’s the reason God made me write it down seconds before Pastor Fussel said those very words “hundreds of thousands” during Kyle’s Word. 

In that morning vision, I saw the Padre stadium.  It was filled, and I saw myself in the field.  I was telling myself over and over as this was being shown, “I’m just there for the worship.  I’m just there helping with the worship.”  Then He showed me turning a page to a sermon.. I felt it there on my fingertips, the turning of the page.

I heard and felt the words I was saying.  I felt my present self getting ready to hyperventilate, as if I was expecting myself to be ready to do it tomorrow.

I heard Him saying “Hundreds of thousands” and seeing 100,000s. 

I felt like there was no way hundreds of thousands could fit in one stadium. That’s when He showed and reminded me of the wonderful invention of the television.

After the last night of revival, I was asking God what the relevance was writing the number “100,000s” and knowing it as ”hundreds of thousands” and its tie to my brother Kyle’s Word.

And that’s when he showed me who would also be preaching that night. 

This is the first revelation I’ve ever had from Him showing that I will be working with the amazing people of this church much longer than anyone could have ever assumed.

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I’m not allowed to share the latter end of the vision.  Though I trust a few would be told if they needed to know.  I think this is the part where it becomes even more unbelievable- to a point where the entire vision might be nulled if I didn’t trust God at this point that it’s not going to be important for me to share it.

I guess it’s just going to be a Test for me; to see if I’d still chose to do this, despite what God showed is going to happen.

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My daughter is going to be three years old at this point.  God wouldn’t let me get that number out of my head when I asked and asked.

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I always fear that everything I’m boldly stating here is.. false.  But judging by the energy of that morning…. the loud taps that came each time I tried to doubt, the Spirit I felt on my hands that pronounced itself when it wanted me to pause and recollect His vision…. The Spirit guiding me to remember ”100,000s” and write it seconds before Pastor Fussel started preaching the increase of numbers to Kyle’s Word…. Faith, at this point, is showing itself to be the greater manifestation.

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Thank you great Father for the things you entrust me with; the honor of doing Your work and will… Your guidance.  Thank You, for helping me in everything I do… God I hope to be able to trust others as You need me to do; I hope likewise, they will entrust the Youth Pillars and I with what You tell us to say.  For the sake of everyone’s growth.  In Jesus’ name, Amen.