Judges 8:7-9 – So Gideon said, “For this cause, when the Lord has delivered Zebah and Zalmunna into my hand, then I will tear your flesh with the thorns of the wilderness and with briers!” 8 Then he went up from there to Penuel and spoke to them in the same way. And the men of Penuel answered him as the men of Succoth had answered. 9 So he also spoke to the men of Penuel, saying, “When I come back in peace, I will tear down this tower!”
Original Journal Writing: Thursday 05/22/2014 @ 1000
About a week ago, I dreamt I was running in a large field. I felt frightened like I was being chased. The pursuing me got closer. It was bright and sunny outside. There was nowhere to hide. I laid down on a grassy hill pretending to be dead hoping the thing would leave me alone. It came to me and I thought it was a wolf. It was large and black. It started sniffing me then started licking me in a friendly manner. I sat up and started petting it and it was very friendly. It was more like a dog. We started walking through this empty field together.
Then it became dark (night) and we found this home that was like a resort cabin with low amber lights on the outside frame of the house. There was a driveway that started on the bottom of a hill (house was on top of a hill). [The lights remind me of the soup dream with me sitting on a porch]. As I was cautiously approaching the front of the house from the back via the field, there was a pack of ravenous wolves in attack mode. I froze not knowing what was going to happen. My companion dog went into attack mode and charged at the wolves defeating them one by one. As he was doing that, I started to again, cautiously, approach the front of the house. I believe I ended up inside but only stood right in front of the door surveying everything. [The scene reminds me of the following dreams: the English woman and her flat; the cooking dream with the partiers not preparing; a dream in an apartment where people were partying & I was trying to teach them their errors]. The only other thing I remember is that a car came up the driveway and I came out of the house to meet them. It was a couple and I told them what happened with the wolves and all I had been through. They said something uplifting and encouraging to me as the dog returned to my side but I don’t know what was said.
Last night I had a similar dream (as far as the atmosphere of the dream) to the dream about preparing for a show. In the dream last night, I was walking through a mall or something with my youngest. We were walking by an open type food court and there was a strong-statured elderly man with very white hair sitting and eating. We were separated by a low rail with my youngest kept trying to climb. The man told me a blizzard type storm was coming so be prepared. It was warm and sunny outside. I believe it was summer. I listened to the man and had winter clothes near. My child and I were outside when everything suddenly was covered in snow and it became extremely cold. We put on the winter gear as we heard the disbelief and panic of others.
This morning, maybe 20 minutes ago, I was practicing the words of a song that came to me earlier (at about 0100). I was outside thinking of the revelation I received last night that everything hidden will be revealed including talents and gifts. Then I started thinking of my passion for music and my dream to have others hear these words I write. Next I thought of my high school classmate’s studio, the woman who arranges these lyrics, and all of us working together to get a CD out. The CD could be handed out as part of spreading the gospel throughout the streets. I also thought of someone hearing it, an “overnight” explosion of people buying it, 25-25-25 percentage for us with the last 25% to charity (like music and arts within inner cities). As my imagination started to go I was wondering if this was me or God when a lark landed on my deck railing and kept looking backwards to me. I saw this as a signal from God that it was Him or at least He is definitely in this to bring this (or some version – His version – of this) to pass. The lark is a symbol to me which I wrote abut in journal #4. I am currently working on ‘useable’ song #16. I say ‘useable’ because I have written many lyrics in my 35 years but most of which I no longer feel. So I strip it down to the current one being #16; #1 being from 2005.
I just finished cleaning and re-writing the lyrics to song #16. I was on my way to go on my back deck. As I was about to open the door, a bird flew directly in my line of vision as I looked through the glass door. It landed on the side of our grill. Then another came down and landed in the exact same spot as the lark did earlier. These two birds were doves (not white). They were facing towards each other but looking in my direction. The one on the grill then flew away. Then I opened the door slowly and the second dove flew away. Doves have always been a signal from God for me (not white doves but brownish-grey doves) since I first came to the Lord.
Did some research on these doves and they are known as Mourning Doves (because of the sound they make – like an owl). They are also called Turtle Doves or Rain Doves. Doves (just like the white doves) are a symbol of peace.