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Veering trains dream-- last train out.
Posted by Yaacov on March 16, 2009 at 3:13am in Dreams & Visions
It was at the very beginning of twilight on a clear evening, just after the sun had slipped below the horizon. It was a pleasant summer evening-like temperature of about 68-70 degrees Farenheit. I was in this rural area outdoors between two tall, long hedges, each about 10 feet tall. The area between the main hedges was about the width of a country road and appeared to extend indefinitely, but instead of being a road, it was carpeted in cool green grass. To the right, along this hedged-in grassy path, interrupting the east hedge, there were a series of garage-sized open work areas, also partitioned in by hedges-- kind of like work bays. Apparently those were for different people who were not there at that time. I had my own hedged in work area; it was an area that I could work on, edit, and present my video project(s) (odd, because that's something that's normally done indoors). I was elated because of finally having access to digital equipment-- because I could now finally get back to doing what I loved to do, which was producing and editing a documentary on the Nazarenes vs. the myths of the church and state. It was not yet complete, but it was to the point of at least being coherent.
Then somehow i was no longer in the hedged area. I found myself in an nearby area between two freight trains on two separate tracks which curved in opposing directions. One train was heading from the east and was veering north ninety degrees The other train was headed from the west and was veering south ninety degrees. Both trains were moving very slow, not much faster than walking speed. I was standing between where the tracks came closest to each other about 30 to 50 feet apart at the closest point.
A voice told me that this this would be my last chance to get out of here and that I needed to preach the message that i had received from Judges 1, 2, and 3-- it was going to be a powerful message and it needed to be heard. [At the time of recording this dream, I have no idea as of yet what this message is going to be]. As the end of the train was getting nearer, it became clear that I had to leave on the northbound one. (I think maybe my family might have been north?-- I did not see or hear from them in the dream, but neither did i have a sense of anxiety or loss for them, and so would have to assume they were ok). All I had with me was a light blue rectangular plastic bin (a little smaller than a laundry basket). It contained a quilted flannel shirt, my RSTNE bible and a small plastic quart sized white container (missing it's lid) apparently left over from some food product (the container looked similar in size and shape to the cool whip containers). The reason i had it was for holding drinking water, but there was no water in it at this time of hopping the freight train. The remaining cars on this north bound train were empty old flat bed trailers (the kind for heavy industrial equipment or semi truck trailers). Their platforms were made of thick, rough, distressed oak boards and the metal sides were painted industrial yellow with some black and white lettering (which i didn't bother to read), punctuated by rust eating through the paint. As the last one came by me with it's flashing red tail light, I tossed my plastic bin up on to the trailer (leaving my video projects behind in the hedged area-- wherever that now was). As I was about to mount the flatbed, I was thinking to myself that I had better lie very low and still on the flatbed so that the police would not see me-- perhaps i could later hop up further to some other cars where concealment would be more feasible (like a hopper, gondola or box car). It would soon be night.
Then i woke up.
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Reply by Lev/Christopher on March 16, 2009 at 6:00am
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Reply by Yaacov on March 16, 2009 at 8:30pm
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Reply by Lev/Christopher on March 17, 2009 at 2:14am
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