This was really odd - and I very nearly didn't write it down. But - I couldn't settle after waking up (it was about 1amish - give or take 15mins) - until I'd written it down. It was also quite disturbing in some ways.
WE - being Hubby and me and some others whom I don't know - don't recall their faces - were questioning a little boy. A little boy who - I feel - I've seen in dreams or visions before - but who doesn't look like any of my children....well - we won't know what Malachi will look like after babyhood yet - but I don't think it was him. THe boy was - guess maybe between the age of 6 and 8. It was quite dark where we were doing the questioning and whatever it was about - we were saying - you need to tell us - we have to get it on tape, it has to be recorded - for proof. You need to speak up. The child was whispering - and we couldn't hear what he was saying, let alone record it.
WE gave it a break and next thing I know I've turne the television on. When the tv turned on the words that came on the screen were XXX SEX available now XXX - I'd gotten used to seeing it apparently since my neighbour had gotten a new 'chip' for his digital set top box - and since then we'd been able to get XXX porno channels.
I pressed the button for the STB's index - and there were 5 channels listed - all with 'mpeg thumbnails' of what was going on on each channel. 3 of these channels were the porno channels. The people were engaging in various sexual acts - and they were all dark, deeply tanned people - lots of sweat and oily bodies etc. I recall thinking this is disgusting. The other channels - one might have been news and I don't recall the 5th channel.
Then it was like I either dreamed it, had an idea - but I asked the boy why didn't you speak louder so we could hear you? He said, in a louder whisper - because you didn't ask me too. I got up from a chair I was sitting in and rushed into the other room and said to hubby - we didn't ask him to speak louder - that's why he didn't. You have to be specific! Where's the recorder. I started scrabbling round in a very tight cupboard area - it was wood lined. I couldn't find it - I said to the boy who was still there - keep talking keep talking - I've got to record this. Well - someone had left with the recorder. So I got really angry saying - if we'd just waited and asked the right questions we'd have it recorded. Now they've nicked off with the recorder and it's too late. And look at that TV - what if the kids see it?
The boy was very shy and quiet.....a nice lad. There was a real sense of urgency about the whole dream.
[color=#CC66CC]So my thoughts on this are to do with asking, not telling. LIstening to God - the quiet voice inside us, and innocence versus the NOT innocent - the lewed sex acts etc. And most definately, the importance of asking the right questions.
That's all I have for it. I can't quite put it all together in my head for a 'translation'. But - as I said in an earlier post today - I woke up in a good mood. I was feeling absolutely seriously angry yesterda.