In the last days, God said, I will pour out my spirit upon the young and old alike…

We have heard this before in Joel chapter 2 that people will have visions and dream dreams.

Ever since I was a child I’ve dreamed dreams and had visions. In technicolor at that (laughing).

The only dreams that I find myself concerned with are the ones I can remember in full detail after I wake up. I usual write these dreams down in a book I call Dreamweavers – especially the key thoughts that stand out to me.

I am writing this now while I sit in car waiting on son…

Its funny that today I can still remember yesterdays dream but today there was a new dream…not a disturbing dream like yesterdays, but one in which I woke feeling CLEAR as if some information was imparted to me.

I knew where I was and what’s crazy is that I was in another dream with some other people and in the middle of that dream me and the other people were imported into this dream. Instantly the scene changed around us leaving us all confused as to where we were and why.

I remember we all stood in a group and the first response was “where are we?” by someone in the group. I remember looking around where we all stood and I recognized it. I told them, “I know this place.”

I looked at the tile on the floor. I looked at the walls. I looked at the sink and the cupboard. I walked in the back room that I sensed would be there and it was. I looked in and said, “Yep this is my grandmother’s house” as I returned to the kitchen where everyone else still stood in amazement as if displaced from the original dream.

I stood in the kitchen and repeated “this is my grandmothers house” in amazement myself because I was fully conscious that this house no longer exists. It was torn down by UIC Hospital who now has something else in its place.

I walked towards the front towards my grandmothers old bedroom off the kitchen and I saw a pretty baby on the bed and in the room there was a lady bent over picking something off the floor. Was it my grandmother? No! It was my Aunt Marie. (She is deceased).

I looked at my aunt in amazement at the fact that she was standing there and younger. I was amazed because even in my dream I knew she was now deceased. I went to pick up the baby who looked at me and then smiled.

The baby cooed and gurgled and my Aunt turned to me as if to see who was messing with the baby. My aunt apparently recognized me. I said to her, “who is this baby?”

The baby looked to me like the picture I saw of my mom as a baby. She was very pretty and healthy. She let me pick her up. She wasn’t afraid of me.

She said “it is you”. I had this incredulous feeling having been given the knowledge that I was holding myself. I found myself looking at this little baby, that looked to be abt 6mths, to see if I somehow saw myself in her. She was so pretty. Very alert. Very jovial.

I was holding myself. I was me, today, holding myself, yesterday. What is that? Yet everything abt that dream was incredulous because in the middle of another dream instantly I was dropped in the kitchen of my grandmas building. I was placed in a place that I knew no longer existed.

I can’t remember specifically what I saw as I looked at this little bright skinned baby with fat cheeks. I kept looking at her and at what was like a star on her right cheek as she smiled and my Aunt said. “She operates fully in her gifts.”

“Her gifts?” I asked “what gifts?”

My aunt said DISCERNMENT. She said something else that I can’t remember and she said that the baby wasn’t crying from my holding her because she knew that I WAS her.

I remembered looking at this baby and hearing in my spirit “she operates strongly in her gifts”….emphasis being on the plurality of it. I remembered this feeling of mental clarity and then instantly it ended.

I was in my grandmothers house – a house that no longer exists…

I saw and spoke to my aunt who is deceased.

I held a baby 6mths old who turned out to be gifted and to be … ???me???

And now I was back in my room. Alarm sounding off. Time to get son up for school… wait… the alarm is different from what I usually have. Did I change it?…?? And yet that feeling of mental clarity was still there.

I woke my son up for school and went back to sleep. I wanted more of whatever that was. I went back to sleep. Dreamed something I don’t remember and again I was awakened with a knowledge that my son went back to sleep too.

NOOO!!! He couldn’t have!!! I got up to check…

Sure enough he did…

So here I am up again. This time in the car… waiting on son… and remembering a dream I had a little before 5:30a and what bugs me abt this dream is that this is the second time I found myself in Chicago.

Why??

Normally I am also given the answers to the dreams I am given so until I get that answer and to the place where I can record this in my Dreamweavers…. here it is… And here I wait.

Speak Lord your servant is listening.

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Today 11/19/21 I was reminded of this dream and this is one I never want to forget.

The day I held myself.