Dream #03 - The Flying Lion
We are on a long cement patio. My class sat in the sun on this patio. Behind us was a house (It looked like the back of my Grandma’s house, I think) I was not in my waking body, I was a male lion with crow’s wings.
I walked out to a tree in the backyard. My brother and his friends were throwing sticks at a birds nest. In the nest were two crows.
I told the boys to stop throwing things the birds were doing them no harm. They stopped throwing the sticks and looked a little ashamed. The birds then proceeded to throw out the sticks from their nest. The boys thought they were throwing them back. I told them that they were not throwing them back at the boys and they seemed to understand.
I looked into the sky and saw a funnel cloud approaching. I raced inside to get the children. My house has many rooms and many magic staircases. In almost every room there are children. I gather them up and put them in the basement I could still see outside though, the tornado passed us by.
I was still a flying lion.
When I realized the tornado was gone I lined up the children and adults. I then decided who would go to Heaven and who wouldn’t.
I took the heaven bound and went to my alter. I asked the Lord to come down and pass his judgment. He came down as a white light that landed on my alter. In the light I could barely make out the figure of a man. I knew he heard me. I look back at the children and notice that a mountain had started to spew lava. It was coming right toward us. I knew I was going to heaven and welcomed death, I felt the pain but not the heat. Then I was in heaven with the others.
This was such a strange dream for me. Afterward, I spent 2 years trying to wrap my mind around the Christian Ideology, and got nothing from it beyond and intense dislike for 'born again' christians.
I walked out to a tree in the backyard. My brother and his friends were throwing sticks at a birds nest. In the nest were two crows.
I told the boys to stop throwing things the birds were doing them no harm. They stopped throwing the sticks and looked a little ashamed. The birds then proceeded to throw out the sticks from their nest. The boys thought they were throwing them back. I told them that they were not throwing them back at the boys and they seemed to understand.
I looked into the sky and saw a funnel cloud approaching. I raced inside to get the children. My house has many rooms and many magic staircases. In almost every room there are children. I gather them up and put them in the basement I could still see outside though, the tornado passed us by.
I was still a flying lion.
When I realized the tornado was gone I lined up the children and adults. I then decided who would go to Heaven and who wouldn’t.
I took the heaven bound and went to my alter. I asked the Lord to come down and pass his judgment. He came down as a white light that landed on my alter. In the light I could barely make out the figure of a man. I knew he heard me. I look back at the children and notice that a mountain had started to spew lava. It was coming right toward us. I knew I was going to heaven and welcomed death, I felt the pain but not the heat. Then I was in heaven with the others.
This was such a strange dream for me. Afterward, I spent 2 years trying to wrap my mind around the Christian Ideology, and got nothing from it beyond and intense dislike for 'born again' christians.