My Assignment (Pink & Yellow)
In this dream, I’m walking on what looks like congested suburban soiled roads while looking down at my legs, dressed in my long and shiny pink woolen cardigan as I walk with my legs stepping outwardly.
I stop in front of a vegetable street vendor as a group of lightly smiling youngsters also gathers on the right end of the other side of the wooden stall in front of me. Apparently, they seem to be knowing me. I am smiling as I move my hand towards the heap of lemons, and holding one of the lemons lying on the stall between the tip of my thumb and forefinger, I look up and ask them: Do you know Jesus? It looks like I have my head wrapped in the folded, deep mustard shawl with multicolored stripes, given to me by my maternal granny as well, and I am having a happy and carefree attitude as I ask them the question, holding the lemon.
The following part of the dream has me standing with my face very close to both my hands placed on top of the black-haired head of a person lying on a single bed stretching away in front of me as it seems that I’m praying for him with a wide smile and my face bent to the level of his head, and a camera present close to the left of me, seemingly focusing on my hands placed on his head and my face as I’m speaking. The setting looks like that of an open ground in which his bead has been laid out openly with the equipment, with a blurry view of a building visible some distance behind his ‘hospital bed’ in front of me. I pray in an English sentence that the man gets healed in the name of Jesus, and look at the right on the small rectangular or square screen of an equipment attached to the man’s body showing us activity or variations that would suggest a change in his physical state. I see no change on the screen. I then pray in tongues with the frog’s croak sound of ‘Tr tr’ spoken in Hindi somewhere in the middle of the tongues’ prayer sentence as the camera on my left is still focusing on my words and hands on the guy’s head. I look at the screen to my right again and see no change..
The guy is not getting healed as I’ve prayed for him now in more than one way. This time, I move close to his left ear and whisper ‘Jesus Loves You..‘ in a high-pitched voice into it, and now, when I look at the screen to my left, the output on the screen changes. Apparently, the guy is healed or is ‘brought back to life’ perhaps, which is shown by the change in the screen of the equipment as recorded by the camera present on my left as well. I’m still smiling wide. I look at the guy in front of me, and he now suddenly sits up on the bed from the lying position – his body language showing as if he’s woken up with a shock from the dead, as I stand behind the bed on the same side as before, still smiling wide. He’s dressed in a grey jacket as I can see. He then quickly gets down on the left side of the bed facing away from it as a girl says, “Is se shaadi honi thi. Is se shaadi honi thi.” (“She was to be married to him. She was to be married to him.”) I then walk forward to my left and then to the right in his direction and stand beside him on his left side facing him as he stands in the same posture as before, facing to the left, in a direction away from the bed. I look at his face and it looks to be having a slight growth of sideburns while he stands silently with what seems to be a shameful expression on his face, and I look at him smiling. I take a small step further towards him, now being even closer to him, with my upper half close to his face, and it’s when he turns his face away to the right with a light smile. Within the next few seconds, he walks away straight forward as I look at him walking away. He walks away steadily as I continue looking in his direction to my left, now seeing that he’s dressed in what looks like a brown pant, or a dark colored trouser, until he’s out of my sight or the scene. I then turn back to the space I was standing previously while praying for the guy, as a woman dressed in what seemes to me a white tunic with a dark intricate print, and long black hair falling at the back, takes a step forward towards me with a mic held in her hand bent in my direction, and I say in a quiet and low tone – God did this, slowly walking towards her as a crowd of people is visible standing some distance behind her, and it’s when the dream ends.
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Page 37. in the TSPR Book 1, The Secret Place Revelations: Pages 1 to 200.
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