The first dream was a road trip. My youngest sister Bree and I were both going together, and we took separate cars. She followed me in mine. We took a road East a long way, out into the country, which was spring and quite green. Then we turned off onto this sort of side road, it was crooked and went Northeast. Then we came to a North South running road, and turned left onto it, heading North. This road was called Whitehead Rd. I had a map, so I was watching out the window, and also periodically looking at the map. There were trees, lots of wide fields, all of it green. The roads were dirt.
As it started to get darker, while we were recently turned down Whitehead, Bree needed to go to the bathroom. In the middle of nowhere. So we pulled off the side of the road where there wasn't a house, and made a sort of block with the cars. My car on the left, hers on the right, we opened my front right door and her front left door to make the front 'wall' and my back door with me standing there to make the back wall, and she went to the bathroom where no one could see. A couple of cars passed in the dark, but she had her privacy. One of the cars heading south though turned around and pulled up behind us as she was finishing. It was a cop or sheriff in his patrol car.
Bree is the one who can talk herself out of cop trouble, so I let her talk to him. She wandered over to his side of the car. He opened the door though and was not friendly. "It's illegal to park here!" he told us, and was going to give us a ticket. "Also, I'm going to have to tow that one," I heard as I sat in my driver seat, and he said it about my sister's car. She looked at him. "What??" she said. Then she lost it. "No!" she screamed. But she was trying not to lose control, so instead of a high pitched scream, it was low pitched. I reached up and gently grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards me. "Calm down, wait here," and I went to talk to him as he muttered something about, "Better call your parents," and I caught on that Bree hadn't told my parents she was using this car for the drive, and they must have reported it stolen. Of course there was no cell phone service in the area, so he was being cruel. As he walked between the two cars (now that I think of it, where she peed. funny, didn't think of that till now, awake), I saw a bright red flash in the sky off to my right over the field. It was quick, and very red. But small. Like a star or a planet, and it did not light up the entire sky. It left a star-ish light in the sky, and no one else saw it. It was a little worrisome.
Unfortunately at that point I woke up. Middle of the night bathroom break.
When I went back to bed, I had another dream. This time, I was with our entire family. We were still out in the countryside, picking our way down the road, stepping over toys and stuff under tall cottonwood trees as we walked through a neighborhood. A very sparse neighborhood with houses on only one side of the road, and fields all around. A little farther north on Whitehead. We came to a family owned restaurant, and it was packed. Sunday afternoon I think. We went in and ate. I had eggs, and then a pancake until I realized it was a pancake and had wheat which I guess I shouldn't eat these days. So I didn't finish that. But the food was exquisite. Our waiter came out at the end, and was refilling my cup. A young man, not too shabby looking. When he refilled my cup, he put his arms around both sides of me, and I thought that was just their way of doing it in these parts, but then he put his mouth right up to my ear, and I realized he liked me. Thing was, in the dream, it wasn't creepy at all. Partly because you could tell if people in these parts liked someone, it was only one person. He wouldn't be doing it to anyone else. It was also something we laughed at in the dream, and I poked his face trying to teasingly push him away, because I felt a little uncomfortable and embarrassed around my family and so I pushed my finger into his cheek or neck and held it there. Didn't phase him though it should have hurt. My dad took a picture of us like that.
Anyway, the restaurant closed. I came back later, while he was cleaning. He was young, but worked the tables, but also he partly owned the restaurant with his family, and was really responsible at taking care of it. He was a homeschooled Christian, and his family brought me into their kitchen and told me that he always does what God tells him to do, and that I was exactly the type of girl he wanted to marry, and I was the one he was going to marry, and God had told him to. Would NOT go over well in real life, but in the dream, it was believable that he really was a prophet of some kind... not just believable. In the dream, he really was. And I just knew that. Anyway, I didn't react much to their declaration, but I believed it, and he had already started to win my heart with his mouth near my ear thing and with him just having proved to be a great young man. He was, in the dream.
I stuck around the restaurant trying to learn the ropes and help cook things. I'd be cooking and they'd already be eating. OH! So my old roommate came in with her new follower, and I was in the kitchen while he was talking with them. They didn't know I was there. They were talking bad about me and he got fed up with it. He started saying I was pregnant, just to play a joke on them. I found it hilarious, because I knew they'd make it a rumor. And it showed he got fed up with their drama.
Later, somehow, we transitioned to the city, and he and I were trying to find some terrorists because they were going to bomb it. We actually walked right in on the building they had rigged to blow. Oops. We got out of there quick. We had a shoot out with some of them. And probably stopped it all, but I think that's when I woke up for real. But yes, young prophet fiance and myself were fighting terrorists. Such a bizarre dream.
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