Spiritual Dream

I would say that I rarely dream, although I know we all do. I seldom remember my dreams, so when I do recall one, I believe it is significant and has a purpose from God. The other night, I had a dream that felt particularly important, and I felt compelled to share it.

In this dream, I found myself sitting in the conference room surrounded by my colleagues. The company’s director entered the room, his presence commanding immediate attention. He stood at the front of the room, scanning our faces before delivering a stern message. He insisted that if we wanted to keep our jobs, we had to comply with the directives issued by management without hesitation or questioning.

With a firm tone, he explained his expectations: “If we tell you to jump, you should jump and ask how high.” His words echoed in the quiet room. “If we instruct you to clap, you will clap.” The implication was clear: blind obedience was not only encouraged but also mandatory for our continued employment.

As I sat there in the brightly lit conference room, listening to the enthusiastic chatter surrounding me, I glanced around. I noticed that everyone was smiling and nodding their heads in agreement. A wave of confusion washed over me. What could make them so compliant? Why were they embracing this idea without hesitation?

Just then, the company director, a tall man with an imposing presence, stood up and announced that it was time for everyone to smile and applaud. Instantly, the room erupted with clapping, and smiles stretched across every face. It was as if a switch had been flipped, compeling them to respond.

Then, with an air of exuberance, he called for everyone to jump up and down. To my astonishment, without a moment’s pause, the entire group complied eagerly, bouncing in unison. I felt an unsettling sense of detachment as I observed this spectacle, questioning the mindset that had taken hold of my colleagues.

I was truly appalled by how utterly obedient everyone seemed, moving in perfect synchrony as if they were robots awaiting commands. Shaking my head in disbelief, I realized I could no longer endure this environment. In a moment of determination, I rose from my seat, my heart racing, as I bolted for the door. As I ran towards the front entrance, the security guards immediately began to chase me, their voices echoing in my ears, insisting I could not leave.

I ran through the city streets, my heart pounding as I heard their footsteps closing in behind me. The noise of the crowd served as a hiding spot, and by luck, I managed to lose them among the throngs of people in the marketplace.

When I stumbled upon the farmer’s market, the intoxicating smell of food filled the air, reminding me of my hunger and exhaustion. I approached the stall, which was overflowing with fruits and homemade bread, and after a few moments of deliberation, I ordered my meal. However, as I reached for my wallet to pay, the vendor’s eyes narrowed and he shouted at me, “You don’t have the mark! You can’t have the food!”

I noticed the surrounding shoppers starting to turn their heads, their expressions changing from indifference to hostility. One by one, they began to close in on me, their harsh voices rising as they shouted, “She doesn’t have the mark.”

I took off running toward the city again, my chest heaving as adrenaline flooded my veins. After a few blocks, I paused to catch my breath, leaning against a cold wall. When I looked up, a wave of unease washed over me; there were numerous cameras at various angles, all watching my every move. Some were mounted on street lights, while others were cleverly hidden, almost as if they were alive, tracking my every step. I was sharply aware that the world was under constant surveillance, yet the people around me went on with their lives, seemingly unaware of the watchful eyes monitoring them. The air felt heavy with hidden truth, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that every gesture I made was being recorded and watched.

I woke up from my dream, feeling a sense of urgency that compelled me to reflect on its meaning for a long time. In this dream, I felt a strong message was conveyed to me: God is coming sooner than many of us realize. I believe we need to share this message with others and warn the world about the consequences that await those who are left behind. It’s crucial to prepare ourselves and help others to understand the importance of this impending momemt.

But of that day and hour, no one knows, not even the angels in heaven, nor the Son, but only the Father. Mark 13:32 (NKJV)