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I was in what looked like a cave tunnel system. In this tunnel, I was running away from the undead. They were everywhere, coming for me. I was afraid; I was afraid of becoming like them. I knew that there was a weapon that would bring them back to life. It broke. I found Dad and he fixed it, but he warned me, it would only work once so choose well who I hit with the beam of my newly fixed weapon.
I saw a woman, and she was after me. I chose her, and used the weapon. It shot out a beam of light, hit her, and she fell to her knees. She came to life again. Her rotting flesh was recreated to stunning beauty, and she appeared to be a radiant 20-something with beautiful blonde hair. I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. We had to keep moving or they would kill us.
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We came to the end of the tunnel – it ended as an opening into a cavern as large as an auditorium. If we jumped off, we would die. And if we didn’t, there was a horde of undead below us in the room. It looked like we would die either way – but then, out of the woman’s mouth, came a praise song. It filled the chambers and the people who heard were changed and came to life.
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Not all were changed, but many were. The ones who didn’t come to life shrank into the tunnels to get away from the life-giving music.
The tunnel changed into a subway tunnel, where people were living normal lives again and the danger was gone.
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I got to ask a question at the end of the dream. I knew I could only ask one. I asked why I could only reach one when this one could reach many. The answer I got was, none would have been changed if I hadn’t reached her. And now that I think about it… what if I was the only one who could have reached her? God works in mysterious ways. So who knows. It just put in perspective how anyone could be used by God.
I had this dream over a year ago. At the time, I was struggling with wondering if my blog was making a difference or not. And this felt like a reassurance that it was. Reaching ONE can make all the difference. After all, I’ve heard it said, one man can make a difference – Jesus did! 🙂
I think the song that was sung was Amazing Grace. She was singing of once being lost, now was found. And I think that’s exactly what the “undead” in the dream was. Lost.
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I thought of asking why not all were saved, but the other question came out first. And I felt like I knew the reason. They didn’t want to change. The Light repulsed them, which is why they hid from it.
Funny how I stated in the last dream post how I rarely post about dreams, and here I am sharing another. XD This was another collab with T. R. Noble (click to read her post on this topic)! 🙂 I told her about this dream I had a while ago and encouraged me to share it.
And it’s been incredible already. The dream just now making a debut on my blog, but I told TR about it a couple of weeks ago. She wrote, One Stone, Many Ripples, on Inside Cup. And after that, Hayley asked if she could turn it into a song.
I’m absolutely amazed at how this has already affected so many people. Blown away. Only God can do this. ❤ He is so good. 🙂
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