Hey everyone,

This post is a series of two dreams I had last semester. The Lord gave me release to post these dreams earlier this summer, but this was delayed, because I couldn't find one of the dreams. It has since been found and both are now here for your discernment.

- Jon



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Dream #1

This dream I had sometime in January of 2006. I don’t remember which specific day, though it was after the spring semester had started.

There are several details to this dream that I don’t remember. Even when I woke up, there were parts of the dream that had seemingly been deleted, or had simply disappeared from my mind. What is below is what I do remember of that dream.

At the beginning of the dream, I was in a shopping complex that was shaped either like an English U, or a Classical Hebrew Vav. This complex was a lower middle class strip mall, small in size, and the whole of it was gray in color. The place felt like it was a step or two below a Wal-Mart type shopping area.

I was there because I was considering purchasing one of the businesses in that complex. At the end of this complex was a music shop. I’m honestly not sure if I was there to look at that shop, one directly across from it, or one next to it. All of these shops were at the corner of the complex to my right.

After I'd inspected the shop, I liked it enough that I decided to purchase it. As I was walking away, I looked at the music shop. The music shop had a store window, and front door that was mostly a window. Through it, I saw a blue guitar on the top left side of the wall that was facing the window. From what I remember, it was the only instrument on the wall.

In the next scene, I was looking at USC. The word “HOME” was displayed in my mind’s eye, and I was crying very violently. I don’t know why I was crying: all I know is that I was crying like that, and that it hurt very badly to see whatever it was that I had been seeing.

I then found myself in Los Angeles on the 110 Southbound at the Adams exit split off. I was standing in either the middle lane or the fast lane of this part of the freeway. In front of me was what was probably a school bus, though it could have been a charter bus; my memory is faded here, and so I don't know for sure. The bus’ back bumper was at the beginning of the cement barrier that prevented you from getting over to the actual Adams exit; it would have had to back up, in order to have gotten onto the split off itself.

(Please note: the link shows the 110S at Washington, not Adams. This is the closest that Google maps allows me to link to the actual split off. The actual exit is probably a mile or so past where you're allowed to merge to get onto the split off.)

I believe I was the first one off of the bus, and I think I saw a couple of people get off as well.

This was a UNL band trip to USC.

It was very bright outside, and the freeway was totally empty, save for all of us who were on the bus.

At the end of the dream, I was on Cromwell Field at USC. In real life, Cromwell Field is a half stadium, used for track meets, marching band practice, and several intramural and club sports. The half stadium part is a fairly recent item; it used to be a simple track field with a couple sets of stands.

In the dream, Cromwell was now a true full stadium in its own right, like any other football stadium. This stadium was actually bigger than what it currently is in real life. I was seeing all of this from the SE corner (for lack of a better term) of Cromwell.

The stands and a lot of the stadium were covered in plastic coverings that were taped down; the coverings were like those used by painters. I could not see through the plastic. Somehow, though I couldn’t see anything, I could see that Cromwell would look sweet! It would be a totally awesome and beautiful looking stadium.

It was at this point that the dream ends.

This next part I'm a bit nervous about posting, or better said, I've been nervous about posting this next piece for the last 24 to 48 hours.

I spoke with the band director here at UNL and I asked him how many band trips to USC there are scheduled. There is only one trip scheduled, as USC and UNL play each other in football, but in no other sports. The UNL band trip to USC is September 15th - 17th, 2006. The game itself is on September 16th, 2006.

When I originally had the dream, I had no idea there was a UNL band trip to USC, or even that USC and UNL played each other in football. I found out later that there is a UNL/USC footbal game at the L.A. Coliseum this year. This game was originally scheduled for either August 26th, 2006, or September 2nd, 2006. It was rescheduled some time last semester. They are also scheduled to play each other on September 15th, 2007.




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Dream #2

After I had the first dream, I related it to one of the men at my church. I was told to ask the Lord for more information or revelation regarding that dream. I did just that. What follows is the dream I had, which was the added information that the Lord gave to me.

I had this the morning of April 10, 2006, and was my final dream that night/day. It woke me up around 8:30 a.m. that day.

I was at LAX, and I saw myself from a camera view, which was down and to my right. I was at the top of a set of stairs that only have three stairs to them, and I was standing right near the wall furthest from the camera. Literally everything was pure white: the floors, the walls, the ticket counters behind me, and I think even the ticket person and the one or two customers behind me.

I was on my cell phone, talking to a friend of mine, someone I can’t actually identify in real life. In this conversation, I told my friend that judgment was coming to L.A. soon, but they wouldn’t believe me at all. As I said that, I also knew that judgment was coming to Lincoln, NE, but I didn’t tell my friend that part.

The judgment for L.A. involved a lot of water, a plane or planes, and possibly a third thing that I no longer remember; I’m not sure about this third thing.

For Lincoln, protein was to be given first, then judgment; for Los Angeles, judgment only.

What was weird was that I saw the judgments for both cities as ordered pairs, something you’d see in Trigonometry or Pre-calculus. I saw them in my mind’s eye as I heard them myself. So it looked like this:

“Lincoln, NE (protein, judgment), Los Angeles (judgment)”.

Though L.A. only has judgment scheduled, it still felt like an ordered pair.

As I told my friend these things, they did not believe me; they really didn’t believe the part about the water.

There was one other thing I told my friend while I was at LAX: I told him that it – whatever it is – was happening this summer. I believed it to mean the summer of 2006.

The next thing I know, I saw myself at the top of the L.A. Coliseum. Strangely, the L.A. Coliseum’s physical surroundings looked a lot like the Rose Bowl. In fact, the top of the Coliseum was parallel and next to/touching the top of the Rose Bowl. It seemed that part of the Coliseum and the Rose Bowl were – for lack of a better term – to be occupying the same space in the space/time continuum. It was a strange sight.

Both stadiums had these canals at the top that could hold and move water. The shape of the Coliseum’s canal was shaped like this; I couldn’t tell what the Rose Bowl’s canal shape was. The Coliseum’s outer edge also looked like that of a castle or as a walled city; the Rose Bowl didn’t have this feature, but maintained its real life outer edge.

Located here is the best picture I could find of how the top edge of the Coliseum looked in this dream. The very top of this picture, where the wall goes up and down, is what the top edge of the Coliseum looked like.

I was at the bottom of the Coliseum’s canal and attempted to climb out of it, so that I could stand up. As I did that, this massive rush of water came out of the top of the Coliseum, and started rushing down its canal; the same thing happened to the Rose Bowl just shortly after the Coliseum started.

I obviously got wet as there wasn’t much room to stand in there. The water itself was very clean and clear; it was pure water.

I grab my cell phone and call the same friend that I had been talking to at LAX. When they picked up the phone, I asked them, “Now do you believe me?” That was the entire conversation.

The cell phone I used was my most recently retired cell phone, a Nokia 6800, which had a cracked face plate. Instead of it being silver as it is in real life, it was red.

Once I got off the phone, I put it into my pocket, and decided to use this canal as a quasi-waterslide. The canal itself spanned the entire city of Los Angeles, and it took me through many parts of the city.

It was at this point that the dream switched from camera view to first person view.

At one point during this trip in the canal, I came upon this one part of one of the freeways in L.A. itself; it didn’t seem to be one on the outskirts or outlying areas of the city. This particular section of the freeway curved to the left and had a bridge over it that was for a city street. Next to the slow lane was this small area of grass and a few plants. It felt like it was a north/south freeway, and I believe I was on the northbound side. Originally, I thought that it was the 405 North, which would place me in West L.A. However, I’m not honestly sure which freeway it is, though I’ve actually driven it quite a few times. It frustrated me then, and even now, not knowing which freeway it was.

Just before the curve in the freeway, the canal went into the grassy area, and then underground.

This canal took me to a place in either Hollywood or North Hollywood. It ended into this little rectangular shaped gutter in the middle of the street, which I think may have been a pedestrian-only street. The street was made of dark red/brown bricks. The gutter was rectangular in shape and was probably 6” – 12” in width. It was actually very clean, as was the street, and the purity of the water was not changed, even though it was a gutter. The water was flowing lightly in the gutter, and the further down the gutter you got, the weaker the stream became, until it became a trickle. I'm also fairly certain that the gutter itself was straight.

The area I came to was a shop area that looked "touristy" and was small. Though it looked "touristy," it was a place where tourists ended up; it was not a place that was designed to accomodate them, nor was it a place that was meant for tourists to buy stuff.

There were many shops around and they looked really pretty. One shop that caught my attention was this jewelry shop, which had many pieces of silver jewelry for sale. That shop was very pretty.

As I walked around this area, I realized that I needed to make a phone call, but my cell phone was now gone. I checked all my pockets in my shorts, but it was just gone. I was bummed out. I figured that it had fallen out of my pocket while I was in the canal.

There was a payphone nearby, and I headed over to it. As I got near it, I found a woman in line for it. This woman was in her 50s. We started talking about stuff, and she half-sarcastically sympathized with me that I didn't have a cell phone on me. She showed me her two quarters, holding them with her thumb and forefinger, to show that she could use the payphone. This was done in a mocking manner. There was another person in line behind her. I realized that I wasn't going to be able to use the payphone.

To this moment, I don’t know who I needed to call in the dream.

(As a side note, payphones in California are $0.50.)

The dream switched to this scene where I was in a lecture hall of some sort. It was mostly dark in there, with only a little light coming in. This lecture hall had large windows on the right, which were covered. The edges of the windows weren't covered, and that’s where the little amount of light was coming from. On the left were two portable chalk boards, and two or three sets of double doors. I think I had seen light in the hallway through the doors’ windows, but if it was there, it wasn't able to penetrate the lecture hall.

The people in there had their eyes and attention fully fixed onto the lecturer. I couldn’t see the lecturer, though I knew he was there. In the back, I saw these three girls, who last year, lived on the 13th floor of my dorm. Two were freshmen, and one was a junior college transfer, who acted as if she were a freshman. They were all best friends and hung out together in real life.

I walked up to them, and they seemed very transfixed by this lecturer. It seemed like their fixation on this lecturer had some fear involved in it. Anyways, I poked one of the two freshmen in their left side to tickleto tickle her; she jumped. At no time did she lose her fixation on the lecturer.

Her and her friends, as well as the rest of the audience, were so fixated on this lecturer, that they never physically moved a muscle. That’s how focused they were.

I next heard a beep that I would have normally heard from my old phone, when receiving a text message. I checked my pockets for my phone, but it still wasn’t there; the beep was from someone else’s phone. Approximately two seconds later, my cell phone just appears in my hand, literally out of nowhere. I was totally stoked at that point, as I was now able to make that phone call that I needed to while I was in Hollywood or North Hollywood. I headed out of the lecture hall to make that call.

I’m not sure of this next point, but at a point or two while I was in the lecture hall, I thought I saw myself in camera view for a few seconds. If I did, I think it was just a second after the phone appeared, and possibly at one other point while I was in there. I'm honestly not sure.

In the next scene, I found myself in my computer science class from last semester, sitting in the normal chair I was in for lecture. There were two anomalies: 1. I didn’t have my laptop as I usually did in that class; 2. The entire scene had a very grainy look to it, as compared to the rest of the dream.

Class was nearly over and my professor began to dismiss everyone. As everyone was packing up, my professor began to mock and embarrass me. He started talking about this homework that had been due on April 24, 2006. He said to get it done, to go get help, or something else. I was really uncomfortable sitting there in my seat.

There was a guy sitting next to me, who attempted to talk to me about it. This bothered and embarrassed me, and so I tried to ignore him by pretending to be asleep.

Now I think I was wearing aviator sunglasses, and I had my eyes closed. What was weird was that I could see out my right eye, even though the lid was closed over it. Over the next few minutes, I would occasionally “close” my right eye. I’d “open” it, while keeping the eyelid closed, but I could see right through that eyelid. (My left eye had no ability to do this. It merely remained closed and useless.) The guy would still be there, trying to talk to me about what my professor just said. Out of sheer frustration and full embarrassment, I left the class. In the dream, another class was coming in, and he was a part of it. In real life, no class followed us at all.

At the very end of this dream, I needed to to use the restroom, so I headed over to it. When I entered it, I noticed that there were many tuxedo pieces hanging all over the place. It reminded me of a restroom that would serve as an improvised dressing room on a school trip. Well, not only were these pieces everywhere, but they literally hung on everything, including the urinals. There was one undershirt I saw that was hanging on the urinal, but touching the inside of the urinal. There was so much stuff hanging on the various outlets that it was impossible to use any of the urinals in the restroom.

There was a guy in one of the stalls who reminded me of an Asian guy who lived on my floor last year. He came out of the stall to get one of the shirts off of one of the urinals. From what I remember, he wore tux pants, and a different undershirt. Once he removed the hanging undershirt, I was able to use the urinal.

At this point, the dream ends.