My dream from last night…
Last night.. I dreamed I stood alone in a wild, untamed land — a place so alive it felt almost unreal. The trees burned with impossible colors, and the sunlight shot through everything in thick, glowing rays, like you could reach out and grab the light itself.
As I turned in slow circles, trying to drink it all in, a voice from nowhere said,
“Look! Here they come.”
And then I saw them.
They were ghosts — unmistakably ghosts — the spirits of Native American people, sliding out from the deep woods and rising up from the ground itself. Semi-transparent, otherworldly, they moved in long, silent lines, hundreds of them drifting past… some straight through me…
They didn’t look at me… didn’t react…
they just kept moving… wrapped in a silence I didn’t dare disturb.
It felt exactly like if you were sitting alone on your couch and suddenly the walls opened and your whole house filled with transparent figures.
When the last one passed through… the voice spoke again
“Now go, and paint what you saw.”
And I woke up — shaken and moved — knowing those words weren’t going to leave me alone.
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I’m a dreamer…
all my life…
many powerful ones…
but this one
hits different…
This 👆 is a super cool video.. just found it
Also.. I don’t paint or draw
when it comes to my dreams.. I have discernment.. I know when they are from above.. I know when they are bad.. I’m also able to tell when they are just my mind.. or meaningless random stuff.. and also over time I usually get the interpretation for many of them.. that comes from above as well…
Psalm 16:7 (KJV)
“I will bless the LORD, who hath given me counsel…
my reins also instruct me in the night seasons…”
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