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The Dreamer Dreamed - (A Story that Contains Prophetic Words from God) (Part 1) - Steve's Dream -
The Dreamer Dreamed - The Visions of Judgment (A Story that Contains Prophetic Words from God) (Part 1)
This is a short story about a young man named Steven
who was given dreams from God that reveal truth God has shown me (the writer)
that His Church needs to hear. Though this is written as fiction, the words
spoken by Jesus are actual words that God showed me. So, this is not just a
fictional work. It applies to our current world and to the Church. I encourage
you to seek God about this to find out what He would show you about this story.
Steve, a young man in his
early twenties, pulled his blankets over him as he lay in bed. The dim light
from a bare light bulb shot through a gap between his basement bedroom door and
the concrete floor. His breathing slowed to a restful state and a dream began
to form in his mind. An underground base with steel and concrete hallways
Steve was standing in a steel
hallway lined with metal doors that resembled the bulkhead doors in a ship. A
lip was raised a couple inches from the floor of each door and all were closed
tight. Electric light bulbs, encased in metal cages, hummed and flickered along
the hallway. Footsteps were approaching from behind Steve. Turning quickly, he
saw a man approaching, carrying a briefcase in his left hand and a pen in the
other. The man wore dark sunglasses, a black trench coat, and a black suit.
“You want your God to love
you?” he asked Steve.
That was a strange question,
Steve thought. Who was this guy?
“I know you do. So, would you
like to find out how to get your God to love you more? Would you like Him to
satisfy your desires?”
Steve had felt somewhat empty
and somewhat distant from God, and he couldn’t tell exactly why he felt that
way, but he did. He had been raised as a Christian and had received Jesus as
his Savior and Lord when he was a boy. What this stranger was saying was
unusual, but the questions strangely drew him to want to know more.
“Yes,” Steve said. “How?”
“I will give you a booklet
which will help you to get God to satisfy your desires.”
The stranger pulled out of
his briefcase a booklet and handed it to Steve. Taking it in his hands, he felt
the pages and the laminated texture. It looked like a small manual. Opening it,
Steve perused through the pages.
“How can I trust you?” Steve
“I am a man of my word. I
have served your God for many years and He wants you to follow my, I mean, this
“But, this isn’t the Bible,”
Steve said. “Why should I follow it?”
“Just trust me. You will see
as you follow it.”
Steve began to flip through
the pages. He didn’t notice footsteps walking away until he heard the sound of
a metal door squeak shut.
The stranger had just opened
one of the bulkhead doors, and shut it softly behind him, but he had left it
cracked ajar as if to invite Steve to follow him. Steve glanced through the
booklet and noticed that it seemed very logical and rational. It made sense.
This booklet told him the way to have peace, and a sense of well-being, and
confidence by way of taking upon oneself to do tasks and assignments. One was
praying for everything he could think of, including praying for long periods of
time. It included repetitive prayers and praying for everything with meticulous
detail and precision.
Another point made by this
booklet was to read three chapters of the Bible quickly and with the goal of
getting the chapters done within a certain time frame. Also it spoke of
community service, such as raking leaves for widows and picking up trash. The
goal in mind for these works is to obtain favor and blessings from God and to
earn more of God’s love. This sounded good to Steve, but a still, small voice
whispered, “Trust Me and don’t trust these works.” But, Steve felt strongly in
his heart that he should do these good works to earn favor and blessing. “How
else could I feel God’s love?” Steve thought.
He was curious what lay
beyond the door. Stepping over to the door, he nudged it with his hand and it
felt very cold, but he pushed it open, and it squeaked loudly. Steve cringed at
the sound, but curiosity got the better of him, and he stepped through the
door, over the rim. Inside, he found himself in a long hallway with a warped
floor. Troughs, bumps, and craters distorted the metal surface underneath. As
Steve began walking forward, he noticed the hall widening and widening as if it
was from an optical illusion. Here and there were people who were staring at
hand mirrors and adjusting their hair. On their shirts hung medals and ribbons.
But, each ribbon or medal had a distinct quality about it that drew Steve’s
curiosity. The ribbons appeared to be made of paper, and the “medals” of shiny
“Excuse me, young man,” a
gentleman with muttonchops and a red military uniform called out.
“Yes?” Steve said.
“Where do you come from?” The
gentlemen studied him with piercing eyes that hid under bushy eyebrows.
“I come from Everytown:
population thirty-five thousand.”
“I wondered if you had heard
of my name, from where you came?” the man asked.
“No, who are you?”
“I am Colonel Chesterton
Pride, and surely you must be aware of all the acts of service I did for your
Steve squinted, trying to
remember if he had met or heard of the colonel before.
Colonel Pride said with
gusto: “I built an orphanage, gave thousands of dollars to widows and the poor.
I regularly attended the First Church of Everytown until I moved to Anytown.
Not to be proud, but when I was asked to help the pastor fix the roof of the
church building, I ignored my back pain and put my skills to use. Some of the
other men had to leave early, but not me. I worked until the sun went down,
when my eyes couldn’t see the shingles before me. The next day, I gave a widow
the best of my wife’s old clothes and I repaired her kitchen sink. I could go
on and on about my accomplishments, but I don’t wish to bore you. So, what
brings you here?”
“Where are we?” Steve asked,
taking in what colonel had said.
“What, you don’t know? We are
in the Hall of Works. It is here that you can earn credit with God and it is
here that your achievements will be proudly displayed for you and your friends
Steve thought about what he
said for a moment. “Why is the floor warped and bent as if a heavy weight
bashed into it?”
“Hah!” the colonel laughed. “That
is pure nonsense. This hall is not warped. It is straight as an arrow. You must
be mistaken. Anyhow, I have much more work to do for the Lord. I don’t have
time to just talk. The more I do for God, the more God will make me a happy
With that, the man walked off
to mingle with some other people who were painting a wall blue. Steve noticed
people lying face first on prayer rugs and repeatedly bowing and rising. Others
were repeating prayers like a mantra. To his surprise, Steve noticed Hindus,
Buddhists, Muslims, Catholics, and many people wearing name cards identifying
them as protestants praying repetitively.
“Your God will meet your
needs if you do what these people are doing, Steve,” a voice said from behind
Steve turned around to see
the man dressed in the black trench coat.
“Why are Hindus, Buddhists,
Muslims, and Catholics here, with protestants?” Steve asked.
With a wry smile, the man
said: “They are here to do their thing to reach their gods, but you can do your
thing and reach God by your good works.”
“I guess that makes sense,”
Steve said. “Maybe, I’ll give it a try.”
“Then, follow me,” the man
said, motioning with his hand.
Steve followed him to a door
in the side of the hallway and both entered a room. A dim light in the ceiling
weakly illuminated a table with a chair. On the walls hung paintings of men and
women praying and doing acts of service, such as scrubbing dirty floors and
giving wads of cash to the poor. Above these people in each painting, a single,
large eye gazed down on them. This eye was surrounded by a triangle from which
beams of light shot out in all directions. A little unease crept into Steve,
but he brushed it off.
“You have the booklet I gave
you. Turn to the section about prayer, and start praying. You will get more of
God’s love if you follow these repetitive prayers, and if you make sure to pray
every word of these prayers in exactly how it appears from the text.”
The man left the room and
closed the door behind him, shutting out the sound from the Hall of Works. Now,
left to himself, Steve began reading from the booklet and started praying the
prayers exactly how the book said, so that God would supposedly give him more
of His love.
Time passed slowly, and Steve
prayed as fervently as he could muster. He was watching a clock slowly tick by
the time. After it seemed he had prayed for four hours, pacing about the room,
and reading from the booklet, Steve looked up at the clock. It was exactly four
hours. But, then his heart skipped a beat. Steve was looking at a picture. And
in the glass, which covered the painting, he could see a reflection of his
face. The youthfulness was gone, and grey hair seemed to appear at his temples.
Then, he looked closer at the clock. His heart sank. What appeared to be hour
positions were actually indications of decades of time. The four hours were
actually four decades. He had been in the room for forty years praying from a
booklet, doing what the stranger had told him to do to obtain God’s love.
Alarmed, Steve moved toward
the door and tried the handle, but it wouldn’t open. He tried again. It was
locked. Fear seized him. There was no way out.
“God, please help me,” cried
Steve. “I am trapped and have no hope. I have no hope. I have no hope but you.
Come and save me.”
“I am already here,” a loving
voice said to Steve’s spirit. It was a calm and gentle voice that felt like a
breath of fresh air.
No one was in the room that
Steve could see, but he heard the loving voice say again, “Steve, my son, I am
right here. I have always been with you. You are dreaming.”
When he heard the words “You
are dreaming,” Steve woke up.
He was lying on his bed in
his basement bedroom. Morning light streamed through a ground-level window,
illuminating a small bookshelf holding various books about the Christian faith.
To the left of the bookshelf his wooden dresser stood dutifully holding all his
clothes and some odds and ends he had collected since he was a kid, such a
baseballs, buttons, baseball cards, and postcards. Above the dresser hung a
photo of a painted scene of deer eating grass in a meadow surrounded by pine
and maple trees. A gentle stream meandered past a small group of grazing
animals. He like that picture. It was serene and made him think of the times he
went backpacking as a teen.
“My son,” the gentle, faint
voice spoke to Steve’s spirit again.
“Yes, Abba Father,” Steve
looked up. He was familiar with that loving voice of God.
“I am with you. I will let
you know about the dream, if you want.”
“I am curious. Why was I
locked up in that room so long and who was that stranger who gave me the
“The stranger was a demon
called Self-Righteousness. He was accompanied by invisible demons called Fear
and Performance. These creatures have been attacking you for most of your life.
They tell you that you need to work for Me in order to be loved and accepted.
But, what they say to you is far from the truth. I love you and I don’t want
any of your works or your performance for My love and acceptance. Even if you
never prayed or read the Bible, I would still love you and accept you because
My love and acceptance of you is received by grace and not by works.”
“Wow,” Steve muttered,
thinking about what his Abba Father God had just said.
“As for the room you were in,
in your dream, it represents the prison of false works, which the devil wants
to keep My people locked away in. Some people remain in that prison until just
the end of their lives. Others are in and out, but others look to Me and I show
them the way out, for I am the Redeemer. I deliver My people from bondage. I
delivered Moses and the children of Israel from the bondage of Egypt, and I
will deliver you from the bondage of performance. Look to Me, and you will be
blessed. And, I the LORD your God and Abba Father have spoken.”
“Daddy, Abba God,” Steve
said, “I want to be released. I don’t want to remain in that prison. Help me to
rest in your arms and not trust in my own works.”
“I will help you. Just look
to Me and rest on My promises. You will do well. I will meet all your needs and
never forsake you. Just rest in Me.”
“How do I look to you and
rest in you and on your promises?” Steve asked.
“You rest in Me by trusting
in what I accomplished for you at the cross, My son, by the shedding of My
precious blood to cover all your sins, and to make you whole and clean. I gave
you My life so that you may live. Think about this and just let yourself relax
in My loving embrace. My promises are for now and not for far off into the
future. They are for today and for now. Rest in My promises by meditating on
some of them and trusting in Me to work them out in your life. I love you very
much. And, I the LORD your GOD and Abba Father have spoken.”
“I will do my best to do
these things, Father,” Steve said.
“Rest in Me, My son,” God’s
kind voice spoke softly to him, but Steve was not listening closely at that
moment. He began to feel fears that to get God’s promises into his heart meant
that he would have to read the Bible for several hours a day and really try to
understand every single word of it.
Getting a Bible, Steve sat
down at a wooden desk and clicked on his reading lamp. He began reading, but
his mind was starting to get distracted. Then, he noticed a photo of a smiling
face. She was pretty. Her sparkling eyes and warm smile caused Steve to smile
briefly as he remembered his friend. They had been somewhat close, but the
great distance between them meant that he had to travel for five hours just to
reach her parents’ home. After a few short years, they agreed that they couldn’t
continue being so close as friends and they would need to just be
acquaintances. That was sad to Steve, but he knew it had also deeply affected
her. She had not been able to get Steve completely off her mind because from time
to time she would send Steve a postcard telling about her visits to Bolivia,
then Peru, and then Norway.
Putting the photo down, Steve
tucked it away in a drawer and gently slid it shut.
“My son, I will meet that
deep need you have for fellowship,” God’s loving voice spoke to him.
“Father God, I will try to
believe you. Help me to.”