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.