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Dreams and Visions

Vision of the Banquet, May 17, 2010

Last night at the house of prayer, I saw a vision that impacted me in a powerful way. The intercessory team had felt that God wanted to impart joy. As worship leader for the evening, I had also chosen songs that dealt with our identity in Christ as the Bride. This vision took place before the worship set started, as we were “soaking”, and the prayer leader, Ali, was prophesying about our sonship, over very soft music. He was seeing images of us as God’s children getting messy in a happy feast.
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Vision of the Cloud, May 10, 2010

A very awkward drawing of this vision. :)

I had a vision at the house of prayer on Monday, May 10. It went a little something like this.

I was looking over the room, and people were worshiping rather quietly, heavily, when in through the back windows came a thick mist or cloud, that hovered close to the ceiling. To the people who were in a place in their hearts to receive what the Lord was saying to them, these funnels came down from the cloud, like little tornadoes. There were lightning and thunder all through the cloud above. The tornadoes did several things. (more…)

Dream for the Church

We were meeting again at the Eagle Rock church building (a small, country church kind of place that we had met in about 5 years ago). As we (me and not sure who) were approaching the building, I saw three symbols:

• First, a huge white hand coming out of the sky, with a black sheep resting on one of the fingers. I immediately was so thankful because it reminded me of my own salvation. There was a sense of salvation and belonging in that sheep’s countenance and the way he rested on the hand.

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Revival Dream

The other night I had a dream that I went to a library which was in a small train depot. The library was sadly neglected and seldom visited; it had very few books, and instead was cluttered with side-show displays from a carnival, where the side-show “specimen” would actually sit on display. I knew my friend Ali worked there (in my dream), so I went to him and told him that I’d like to rent the space for something, and that I thought the side-show displays would benefit the library if they were moved along the edges of the walls, like a museum would display them, as artwork instead of  the cluttered storage situation they were currently in. Ali told me that there was currently a country club that wanted to rent the space, and they wanted to get rid of them entirely, but I thought I could help to make the displays a point of cultural interest instead, since they had value in that regard.

I decided to try and see what the library had to offer in the way of books, and to my surprise, it turned out that this tiny train depot actually had many, many floors that weren’t visible at first glance outside. I went around to the elevator, but in front of it lay a little boy, about 8-10 years old, completely asleep–almost in a coma–and curled up in a fetal position but facing the floor, not on his side. I noticed that there was a little bit of vomit near his mouth. I was really alarmed, and Ali came over and picked up a song book or hymnal. He started to sing. It wasn’t a song anyone would know, but it had a chorus that was easy to learn, and because people were starting to get alarmed at this little boy and didn’t know what to do, they started singing along. All of a sudden, the boy sprang to his feet, completely healed, as if nothing had happened. He wasn’t even groggy.

Then the amazing part happened. Many of the people that were joining in the singing got together in a circle and held hands, and kept singing. And I knew, as if I could see the activity of their hearts, that they were giving their hearts to Jesus–in an instant, without anyone preaching to them or asking them to make a decision to receive Christ. It was as if they instinctively knew to do that. And it was partly in response to this boy’s healing, but partly in response to the song they had learned to sing.

I submit this to anyone who prayerfully feels they have an interpretation.

Israel Dream #3

In this third dream about Israel, Doug and Jean had gone to Israel and we are sitting at a picnic table showing pictures of their trip. They are describing Israel to me, and as they do, we are suddenly there. The place where we are is like a visitor’s center, very huge. There is a play being performed by young people, college-age. It is a mystery story of some kind. But we know that there is a part of the play where a miracle or miracles that are going to happen. I am sitting in a row of people. Some of them get up and I go to sit back next to the same person I was sitting next to, but it is too close for comfort, and he or she squirms disgustedly, so I move over. The actors are not on stage, but moving around the whole space, even in the audience.

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Israel Dream #2

From January 25, 2008

On a road trip, returning from IHOP. I look in my Lonely Planet guide and I’m near the Negev Desert in Israel. I decide to explore. The desert is on my left, “civilization” to my right. I go walking in the sand after parking my old light blue Datsun (yes, I said Datsun) and I see a stream bed. I’m thinking how cool it is to be where Jesus walked when I noticed the bed was bone dry, dust and sand. I keep walking and start to see all these rock outcroppings. (more…)

A Series of Dreams

Amy Pursley wrote me recently about a dream she had involving Israel. It spurred me to share a series of dreams I had earlier this year (and I pray the Lord gives me more), also about Israel. From time to time, if the Lord gives me permission, I will post any dreams that he gives me that seem pertinent. I’d love if you share yours, and if you have an interpretation of any of these from the Lord (please, with prayer–not just “impressions”), leave them in the comments below. Love, Esther

A lot of these dreams have recurring themes: “Old” and “New” Jerusalem (with “Old” being ruined, but a place of refuge, where “New” is a façade, hiding a faceless evil–more akin to Babylon), an underground group, and me being there somewhat illegally. (more…)