Pulled Over by a Traffic Cop?
Scene 1: I was in a theater setting with lights low watching a “movie.” Sitting in front of me were normal looking people, but also some who did not “seem normal” to others but I suspected undercover agents.
The exceptions were men dressed like FBI agents under cover but not disguised well enough I could not tell they were Feds-short hair, white shirts but no suit jackets. Maybe the “pagers” were giveaways. They were sprinkled out among all the other people watching this attraction on the …

Driving through the Southwestern U.S.A. this year, déjà vu occurred for two dreams. I am sharing one in this post, then another later:
In my own vehicle, a sedan, I was concerned at first at the amount of traffic, especially trucks. It was very heavy traffic, even at times eight or ten vehicles. They were mostly large trucks at one time to pass. In this dream, I was on a two-lane highway in the Hill Country of Texas, heading into West Texas.
It was déjà vu in that I drove there …

Sailing in the Irish Sea, I dreamed (three and a half years ago) that I was in an old place. It felt and looked like a castle, an old keep, but it also seemed vaguely like a monastery and the stewards seemed like monks, but not quite. The people who administered the place were called “stewards” in the dream.
I was sitting in a lecture setting inside the place and a man spoke. Before he spoke, I was able to “see” with my minds eye at least nine generations of stewards, …

I “saw” in my mind’s eye suddenly a typical church. It was a church building I had not seen inside before but felt I knew it. It was in a typical neighborhood and in the center of my town by population distribution.
As it panned into my view, I saw people on their knees like sheep, dressed in white (reminding me of sheep.) This was interesting because they not only were on their knees but also were in the ancient position for giving birth, also called the position of “travailing” …

Spiritual healing of Corrupt leaders or their replacement.

I am still in the frontier of all this, both dreaming and blogging, so join me if you are too: I dreamed years ago about going “off road” with a bus full of prisoners (friends who were unable to break out to freedom in some ways.) I just jumped up, moved into the drivers seat and started driving. We were trying to cross a canyon and were at a dead end-no bridge. I started the bus off the end of the “dead end” and down a grassy slope, then down …