Red October

On September 11 2013 I shared a dream of mine. Here is a copy of what I wrote then:

I am at an arena of some sorts. I go through a door that leads me under the bleachers. My dad and daughter are standing there, peeking through people’s feet. I look and see a stage. Standing on the stage is POTUS (Obama). My dad makes a comment about how easy it would be for a sniper to get to him from where we watch under the bleachers. I feel uneasy and leave for a moment. When I return, a group of security personnel are calmly escorting my dad out of the building. I rush to get my daughter. He is not handcuffed and he walks with them peacefully. He leans and whispers in my ear, “Tell Sandy and Cathy Red October”. I think, “like the movie?” but know he is not referring to the Sean Connery film. The dream ends with me trying to text the message to its intended recipients.

I wouldn’t even mention this dream except for the heavy feeling pounding at my brain when I think about it and the cryptic message of “Red October”. I think my dad in the dream is completely irrelevant. He will never say such a thing, be in such a position. I’m unsure of what this dream means, if it even has a meaning, but I present it to you for your speculation.

That dream has stayed with me, and I still don’t know if it has any significance.

My curiosity was piqued when I saw this video in my YouTube feed. Is there any connection? Has anyone else had any kind of dream/vision regarding a red October? Is it “a thing”?


Friday afternoon I laid down for a nap. While dozing, a saw a star-filled sky and the outline of a man in the center. I instinctively knew it was Jesus and fell to my knees crying, from an overwhelming feeling of joy and peace. That was it. It lasted mere seconds but I carried the feeling with me for hours after, along with a kind of electrified feeling coursing my limbs.

Later, while shopping at Wal-Mart, I was still thinking about it and asked Holy Spirit what the stars represented. The impression I immediately got was the stars represented the “great cloud of witnesses”…..

Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us,
Hebrews 12:1 NKJV

Now today, Monday August 19, the “verse of the day” on my Bible app showed this image:

It is what I saw, except it was Jesus in the center and He was facing me!

Those who are wise shall shine Like the brightness of the firmament, And those who turn many to righteousness Like the stars forever and ever.
Daniel 12:3 NKJV

I am overwhelmed at His Goodness and Grace!! I don’t have adequate words…..


A blended Islam?

I had a dream the early morning hours of 9/19/2014. Do with it what you will.

My husband, son and I were at, what I assume to be, a large hotel.  The convention center located in the hotel was hosting a meeting/service of some kind. Hubs said we should go check it out and “see for ourselves”. (Side note: in real life I would never agree to this and he would never suggest it, but I digress)

The meeting was an Islamic service of some sort. I knew this instinctively the moment I sat down, though one would not have been able to tell by the “congregants”. The atmosphere and, most notably, the attire was mainstream Christianity. The only exception was a man who stepped up to the microphone. He looked like Iran’s president:

File photo shows Iranian President Rouhani listening to WEF founder Schwab during a meeting at the annual meeting of the World Economic Forum (WEF) 2014 in Davos

He said something about “the N” and I saw what has now become a familiar image to most of us:


I began to feel uncomfortable and wondered if we would be “discovered”. Just then I noticed a row or two in front of us sat Barak and Michelle. The congregants began singing in a language I do not know (Arabic perhaps?) and Obama stood and sang very solemnly. Then suddenly a “disembodied” chorus rang out. The chorus was to the old hymn: “The Great Physician”,

Sweetest note in seraph song
Sweetest name on mortal tongue
Sweetest carol ever sung
Jesus, blessed Jesus

Obama turned then and looked at my husband and announced for all to hear, “I would never actually sing that song, though I can appreciate its cultural value”.

Then the dream got really weird with ballerinas dressed as camels came and did a dance down the center aisle toward the speaker.

As I faded out of that dream, I half awakened, and immediately had the thought that what I witnessed was a sect of Islam that blended easily into our American culture. At the same time, I felt as if we (my husband and I) stood out like a sore thumb. While I found the chorus of a beloved hymn surprising and out of place, I also drew comfort from it. Not only was this Islam blending itself to look tolerant, but God also used it to send my dream-self a message that despite my dangerous surroundings He was still near. And, He IS still in control.