Wednesday, September 30, 2020

3/16/19 Nonnie's House

I don't think this dream was from the Lord, but ....

I was a child at times and other times in the dream I was an adult. I was with my dad, but I don't remember him there, but I knew he was with us. And I was with my sister, Glenda. She and I were napping in a little bed. Then I was walking through the house with her. The house was nothing like it is in reality. It had large open rooms, and it was all white. I remember seeing my grandfather, Nano, and talking to him. To my surprise he could speak English. I wanted to tell him how bad the Catholic religion was (praying to idols and such) but I don't think those things ever came out of my mouth. I think I realized he was too ingrained in it. Then he just disappeared and I remembered he had already died and must have been a ghost. I remember walking through the house and looking inside kitchen and the pantry. The pantry door was very large and beautiful. The inside of the pantry walls were at angles. But instead of shelving each wall was made up of other doors. The doors were not working but propped up to act as a barrier to the next room. I remember opening a curtain expecting to find a beautiful view, but instead I saw an orange glass with a wavy texture in it obscuring the view. (Orange represents the fire of God. The wavy texture might have mimicked the movement of fire.) Then I remember looking for Glenda, and I was so sleepy I could not keep my eyes open. It was a real struggle. I asked someone who was locking up the home if I could look for her in a back room, and he said, "Yes," and he unlocked the door. I went in, but she wasn't there.

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