The Lines Are Filling

Just a few months ago, I recalled Holy Spirit instructed me to stop writing down my dreams and visions. For there were things that he needed to share that he did not want the evil one to grab hold to. So, for the past few months, I stopped writing down all of my dreams and visions and only shared certain ones with my ministry partner. But, last night, I had two different weird dreams, at two different times during the night, about the same thing, but giving in two different ways (scenarios).  

After experiencing the second dream, I woke up and wonder what was that about. I prayed about it and went about my day. At some point, I was out on my morning walk. Near the end of my workout, Holy Spirit spoke to me about my dreams. In short, he instructed me to write down my dreams and more direction would be provided later. So, later that morning, I sat down to capture the details of my dreams in my Dreams | Visions | Prophecies | Prayers | Revelations | Judgment | Word notebook. Yes, the title is that long. In it are words of wisdom God has given to me, about specific people. Words of prophecy about people, time and seasons. Fresh scriptural revelations. A word of judgment (warning) I was assigned to give specific people (primarily church leaders). And many dreams and visions about people, family members, my future, etc.

I have had a few violent and scary dreams. Most of my dreams are unexplainable that often leaves me feeling puzzled. In most of my dreams, I am either hovering above and watching what is taking place. Or, I am actively involved and participating in them. In each dream that I am involved in, I am always either trying to protect a small child or children or helping adults to escape from something or someone.

The dreams I had last night were no different. But, what was different about these two dreams, whenever I am involved in my dreams, it usually involves only one or two other persons at a time – complete strangers (mostly), but later, mostly, people I personally know. I’ve only had one dream prior to the dreams last night, where it involved me dealing with a large group of people. In the first dream last night, it involved a small group of people – a dozen, and I was among this group. In the second dream, it involved a massive number of people of all kinds of background, getting in these long lines. There were hundreds, if not thousands of people that were lining up. So below are the details are both dreams. But, before I share the details, let me make this point very clear. In both dreams, it was very clear that it involved Americans. Everyone in my dreams were all Americans.

Dream 1

It was dark. About a dozen of us were sitting in this small dark room whispering to one another. The tension was extremely high. I was among the group, and I was not talking. I was just looking around, as each individual spoke to one another. The group of individuals was trying to agree upon a plan, the right escape plan, and it was not going very well. Because we had one individual that did not agree with the route, and the goal was for everyone to escape together as a group. It was critical for there to be unison, which was not happening among the group. And it was important to have order –  as in, who will go first, who will be in the middle of the group, and who will escape last. Every aspect, every detail was critical for everyone to get out alive.

Finally, an escape route was agreed upon, and we were to leave immediately. I was assigned to the

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rear of the group. We gathered small carrying pouches and headed out. Then, everything in the dream faded to black, and when I could see again, we were all squatting down behind a row of huge brushes waiting for the right moment to run through what looked like some kind of auction gallery. There were hundreds of rows of bar-like fences mapped out in rows on top of rows.  And at the far end of each row was this stall that looked about 9 feet tall. It kind of reminded me of starting stalls you will see in a horse race.



Again, individuals within the group were whispering as they were arguing about when the first assigned person should go. There was one young man that created every argument the group had. I looked in his direction, but I could not see his face. He looked back at me, and what I saw startled me. He had on a dark hoodie. The entire time he kept the hood on his head. It was almost as if he sensed that I was staring at him out of curiosity. And I was. I was wondering who is this dude that keeps creating problems within the group. Right as I had this thought, he looked back at me, deep into my eyes. But when I looked back at him, there was no face. All I saw was darkness, and the hoodie hanging over nothing but darkness to cover up his face. I remember at that point, I was the third person from the last person in line. But when I saw this, I quickly slid all the way back to the end of the line. The two people who were behind me looked at me with a confused look on their faces.



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This dark hoodie person was the third person in line near the front. So, he had direct access to the leader of the group. The group finally settled down. And we all sat quietly for what seemed to be for hours. At some point, this dark figured being leaned toward the leader of the group who was at the front. By this time, the dark figured person was second in line. Then the dark figured person turned and said something to the person behind him. I felt in my spirit something was wrong, but I didn’t know what. The leader of the group said, “now, let’s go.” Everyone got up in a kneed position as they position themselves to the right to run toward this alleyway, but when we approached the alleyway, we all supposed to turn to the left, and then take an immediate right to exit this slave market. But, I felt the timing was off and not everyone is in agreement, so we should wait. So I stood up and in a low tone yell, “no.” The leader of the group looked back, but took off running, and so did everyone else. So I had no choice, but to follow at this point, knowing that some of us will be caught because we were not all in agreement. Therefore, the timing of escape was off.

Then the unthinkable happens. As we were running for the alleyway, where we were supposed to turn left before the alley, I noticed the guy in front of me didn’t turn left, he went straight in the alley. I remember thinking out loud, what is he doing. And I stood all the way up. When I did this, there was this street light that shined right over me. And I watched him run through the alley. As I watched, I began to feel divided. Knowing the danger escaping alone would possibly bring, I wanted to run through the alley so this idiot wouldn’t be by himself. But, at the same time, I felt compelled to stay with the group, even though, I knew most of us probably would be captured because the timing was off.

As I stood at the edge of the alleyway, I needed to decide to go straight through the alleyway after this guy or followed the group. But then, I looked slightly to my right, a few feet down into the alley. There was a stairwell coming from the street, and it was well litten. Two men were walking toward the stairwell. As they reach the stairs, I can tell, one was a white man with dark black hair. But the man with him, I could not make him out, other than he was a dark, tall figure. The two were talking. When two of them reach the stairs, I noticed that the other figure was not a man at all. It was a dark, smoky like fog in the shape of a human. Startled by what I saw, I woke up.

Dream 2


After I had the first dream, I got up and went to use the bathroom. I returned to bed. Picked up my phone because I couldn't go back to sleep immediately. Eventually, I doze off. It wasn’t long before the dream started again. I was in the same setting as before. But this time, with a different group of people. The auction gallery was well litten, instead of dark like in the first dream. I could see the rows of fences, the 9 feet starting stalls, which is where I appeared to be standing - hovering just above the stall. So I had a panorama view of everything. I looked up to my right, and there was another set of 9 feet starting stalls at the top of this very wide staircase. There were 9 entry points

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into this auction gallery. After you enter through one of the 9 starting gates and walked down the stairs, there was a large opened area. The same area the 12 of us had to run through in the first dream to escape. It was to the left of the alleyway, which I now realize that the alleyway was the only way to escape out of this slave market.

As the people came through the first set of 9 starting stalls, they were all talking and laughing. There were thousands upon thousands coming in through these stalls. And no one seems to know that the place they were standing was an auction gallery – a slave market. No one seems to notice all these dark fog-liked figures walking around, along with men and women who were directing the people into which fenced lanes to enter into as they enter the market. No one seemed to care nor sense the danger. I watched from above in disbelief. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Men. Women and children. The elderly. The young from all walks of life. The rich. The poor. Altogether, being lined up in one stall lane after the next.

I quickly turned around as people started to enter into the end of the line – where the last 9 feet starting stalls were at the top of this ramp. I looked over to see where the people were going as they entered into it - the starting stalls. But, I never saw anyone come out the other end. So I rushed back to the other side to see the people enter. At each starting stall, stood one of those dark fog-liked figures with some kind of long spear in their hand. They looked over each person as they pause for a moment before entering into the stall. The dark fog-liked figure looked the person over and then took his spare and point toward the opening of the 9-foot stall. Then the person or family entered. I ran back to the other side as one family entered, but no one came out the other side. Again, I woke up in a panic. And prayed.