Dreams can really amaze. In my dreams, I can clearly see who my friends are and many times they are also friends when I am awake. But some look like just acquaintances in normal interractions. Others are complete strangers. In my dreams, these people have saved me very many times: from muggers, police, armies, rebels, wars, tribal militia, thugs, witches, racists, the devil, jail, torture, fire, bullets, accidents, penury, snakes and wild animals, dictators, drowning, hell, and so many other misfortunes. Whenever I wake up from such dreams, I thank God for these friends. The latest friend saved me from imminent torture in Equatorial Guinea. The problem is that Ive never thought of visiting equatorial Guinea least of all get into argument with the president there. Most surprising of course is that my friend was leading a commando unit. As for the enemies, they have really hurt me in my dreams by using all the methods and instruments listed above. They have even killed my relatives and friends in my dreams. But the worst thing they have done several times and they keep doing is to slam shut the door to heaven whenever I am about to enter. Sometimes they shut it so violently they hurt my face, feet or fingers. As if that is not enough, they sometimes throw me down from heaven but I always manage to wake up before hitting the ground - with so much sweat. To all my friends in my dreams, I pray to God for creating you and making you my friends. God knows you are my friends and I hope in your dreams I am your friend and I have done something good for you too. For my enemies in my dreams, I pray that you change and become good people to serve God and humanity. That was the story about dreams.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Dec 2014 08:40:01 +0000
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