I woke up about 5:25 AM from my dream, I was with people in a
public place and I sat down and heard a crack, I knew it was my cell phone in
my rear pocket, I pulled it out and sure enough it was cracked in about the
middle, but it still came on. Next I was at a place like when I worked at
Qualcomm and Kyocera Wireless, I was talking with people in my dream I knew I
had worked with (but awake I do not remember any of those people) we were
talking about fixing my phone (my current phone is not a Kyocera phone) and
then about people we had worked with, especially one who had been a manager.
Then we were outside on a large campus, like a University
campus, heading inside. On the way we crossed a street and a crowd of people
were talking as they were leaving a meeting. I saw and greeted a couple of
people I knew, no one stopped to talk they all kept going in the direction of
leaving the area; one I shook hands with and he made a comment about me
collecting rent (I collect rents for my son Greg’s rentals) but he did not stop
walking, they were all going the opposite direction we were going.
Then we were inside a building foyer and we saw George
Runyan, Charlene was now with me (in my dream she always was there just not
prominent) and we greeted him. He was in a hurry, but he was heading deeper
into the building as we talked. We headed downstairs and he was talking about
fixing the sound system, it was garbled, he thought it was a new issue, but
Charlene and I both knew that it had been like that for quite a while. Then he
was gone in the crowd of people and Charlene and I were heading back upstairs.
The going was slow and Charlene was bowed over going up in front of me, I did
not know why she was bowed over, I was in a hurry and thought about crossing
over and using a different stairway.
As I was looking across and thinking about that I thought of
being like a Muslim and holding a burning candle of “dowd” which is the name of
the oldest son of a Pakistani Christian family I know who live in Pakistan.
As I thought about Dawood I woke up. I prayed for Charlene,
George, Dawood and everyone in my dream.
Just as I finished this report, Dawood’s mother, Esther,
called me from Pakistan, she had burned her hand cooking, her husband Farooq
has a problem with one of his feet and Dawood was slightly injured in an
accident but was recovering. Farooq is seeking to go to Canada for work and
ministry and Dawood is studying to be a Missionary Doctor, he has one more year
in his studies in Pakistan then he wants to transfer to the USA or Europe to
finish his medical studies.
George Runyan was my first Pastor and under George, Charlene
and I grew in faith and ministry for about 25 years. He was in electronic
repair for many years and is a Ham radio operator.
Interpretation?
In the first part of my dream, I often dream about people and
places where I worked; for 20 years in the automotive industry and 11 years in
the wireless manufacturing industry.
In the second part of my dream where everyone was leaving a
meeting and no one would stop to talk, I felt like they all were going in the
wrong direction.
With George, he was going to do what he thought needed to be
done, but he did not know the full context of the situation.
Charlene’s slow progress up the stairs while being bowed over
seems to be the burdens she carries about others and about being accepted and recognized
for her contributions. Her progression is resisted because she cannot let go of
the past and see The LORD’s purpose for the present.
With Dawood and his family I did not know what the problem
was until his mother called, she shared about what was going on with them and I
prayed for them. Then she asked about Charlene, our daughter and grandson, and our
son and grandson.
