had this dream a few days ago when I took an afternoon nap.

As I fell asleep I heard the Lord speak to me and ask "Will you go were I ask?" I replied, "Yes, Lord show me where." And He said, "Go to India." Then I was shown India in which I had packed all my things and flew to India. When I had left I only took what I needed and everyone around me was perplexed, and told them I was not coming back to the US. And at the time I arrived in India I heard the US was in economic collapse and war. I went to a place that was like a rundown shack in the woods by a river. When I came with my belongings a young man was their as if he had been waiting for me. Then he said he "let's go into the city and find people and preach" So I went and I was about place my shoes on, but he told me, "Do not bring your shoes". So I went with him into the city, and I felt strange being barefoot because the ground was hot.

We went into the city preaching with a loud voice as we came along a place that was like a huge marketplace with some fences. Then we into a city square where and got food to eat and there where for women talking and I overheard they were from the US. And one women with dark hair said she was from New Hampshire in the US. So I turned and said, "I am from New Hampshire, too!" Then the women came with us back to the house and she and the young man sat down on a couch practicing worship songs on the guitar.

When they had finished she put her guitar down and I asked, "Do you mind if I play a song?", and I reached for the guitar. She then said, "No, that is my guitar!" and pulled it away from me very harshly. So then I went out and got my own guitar, and came back in to play. The women would not let me play and made fun of me and she tuned to the young man and left. So I went and followed her as she went into a school.

The school was very run down and there where drug dealers inside the school. I watched as she went into a connected building that was selling crack and other strong drugs. So I followed and the place was dirty and dark and there were needles on the floor and I saw the drugdealer(a dark-skinned man) open up the door to his room. The door was cracked glass all taped up. And at that moment I saw the women and she was all drugged up and high and she said terrible things about me to the dealer but she did not see me there...until some of the drugs wore off.

Then she saw me she turned and ran away out of the school in front of a bus. I saw an officer by the bus and said "she has drugs". I ran after her with the policeman following behind. When I came near her she was furious and I reached for her purse, and she pulled it away. Then she yelled and screamed at me and punched me and I started to beat her in the face. As I did this her purse went flying and landed on the ground and the contents of the purse spilt out. The drugs where red and blue squares, and where crack and opium. The policeman that followed cameand picked them up and then the young man was also there with him.

At that moment the I apologized that I had to beat her up. Then she fell to her knees and began to weep. I was moved with compassion andhugged heras shewept andreminded herhow muchGod loved her. Andshe repented of the drugs andfor her harshness towards me and said she had been jealous. Then as she hugged me and the young man rubbed her back and the effects of the drugs wore off and she was sober and her face was shining like an angels.

End Dream

Important Note:

After I had this dream my daughter came home from school. During dinner, she was being picky and I reminded her to be happy what's on her plate and eat because she may one day she may have to eat whatever is in the house or on her plate wih guests. (LOL--Mom's know this speech with our picky kids). My daughter shocked me with this reply, word for word--- "You mean if we have to go to a place like India?"
MY DAUGHTER DID NOT KNOW THAT I HAD JUST HAD A DREAM ABOUT GOING TO INDIA"

Then she began talking about India and how she wants to go to India(LOL) because they do not have to wear shoes and that she is sad they worship many gods. Hmmm... God is so funny. --- I more thought this dream is symbolic but it makes me wonder if part of it is not. Will be praying on this one.

Yes I will also pray for you. India doesn't sound too bad