My children and I were put on a bus and taken somewhere. When we got there, there was a commotion in the streets and we escaped along with some others. We hid in metal lockers (like the ones at bus stations) that were lining an alley way until later that day we felt we could leave the town safely. My daughter was with us also. My daughter and I were seperated from my sons, and we were frantic looking for them. My daughter went one way and I went another in the hope of finding them faster. The alley ways were very narrow and all were semi circular in nature it was a very strange maze of a town with cobbled streets and stone buildings. Then I heard horses hooves on the cobles behind me and my 6 year old came around the bend with his arms around the kneck of a horse he was riding. I jumped on. My two other sons came with horses too. My daughter had found the horses and given them to the boys but we could not find her again. We were suddenly dressed in white robes like the kind they used to wear long ago complete with headress. I felt this was good as we could hide in these clothes. We began to make our way through the maze down through the town. It seemed to be built on a hill, circular also. We kept getting lost but would find each other again. It was as though we were communicating via a headset as we could speak to each other even when not close together. I reached the bottom of the hill and had to ride through a field where a man was tending his garden of mica stones. They were very bright white and shone in the sun. He was not happy with me for riding through his field but let me pass anyway. Ahead were gates I needed to get through to escape the town completely but I stopped to wait for my other children.

Hello Melangel :

Sister, as you know, all dreams hold a special key:

Mica is a naturally occurring stone that forms in thin crystalline wafers. It is very soft and can be pulled apart with your fingertips. Egyptian, Greek and Roman women used ground up mica in their make-up to impart a 'glow' to their skin because even when ground to a powder, mica's crystalline structure allows it to reflect light.
When you unwrap a bar of gold Premo ,you may notice streaks of dark gold running through the clay. When you process the clay in a pasta machine, the streaks disappear and the clay seems to brighten several shades and become much more reflective.
http://ruth-t.blogspot.com/2007/09/mica-sh...first-time.html


The children are safe, on horse back as a family and " He was not happy with me for riding through his field but let me pass anyway "

This passing through the Mica field, is symbolic of the horses hoof's ( the feet/foundation of
the vehicle transporting you and the children ) . . . coming in contact with the
crystalline LIGHT . . . of the clay of the earth.

Have you read the newest topic I posted about "Clay" ?

Thank you very much C7. The mica field was the most prominent thing in my dream from my dreaming self as I actually looked down at the stones as my horse crossed the field. I never thought to connect it with clay. Do you mean this thread? http://www.christian-forum.net/index.php?s...316&hl=clay

Yes . . . and you are so very welcomed . . .

Abdul: I Dedicate, The `treasures In Jars Of Clay`, to your dream ( CLAY, research included )
http://www.christian-forum.net/index.php?s...316&hl=clay


() 2 Corinthians 4 = Treasures in Jars of Clay


() "I will put enmity between the serpent and the offspring of the woman, it will strike at his heel,and he will crush (the serpent's) head.