by Mark Huey

Dreams, especially vivid dreams, come less frequently of late. So when I was awakened the other morning by a dream vision that I did not want to end, I was startled.

Perhaps it was some recent emphasis on evangelism that incited some of these nocturnal images. Or maybe it was some more fervent prayer directed to some lost souls who have been on my mind lately. What ever the source, the experience was exhilarating to say the least!

It was almost like being on a platform with a sea of faces looking toward the stage. Then upon recognizing some of the faces, I noticed they were really interested in what was being said, although I could not discern what was being said or who was saying it. Instead, their arms were outstretched reaching upward, almost clawing for more. I don’t recall saying anything, but rather simply casting a lengthy roll of what seemed like a roll of gleaming butcher paper or shrink wrap in the direction of the flailing arms.

As the roll unraveled and reached the target of dancing fingers, there seemed to be a rush of wind. It was almost like the people grabbing for the unrolling scroll were lifted into the air and like a waterslide upside down, slid up the unraveled roll even beyond the platform.

The expression of joy on the faces was overwhelming, as tears were mixed with glee. I could not grab the rolls and unfurl them fast enough, as the vortex wind of those caught in the updraft was almost knocking me over.

Quickly, I noticed a few faces of loved ones with whom I wanted to share the joy, but the urgency of sending another roll to outreached hands seemed more pressing.

Soon consciousness began taking over as my heart raced. The problem was that I did not want to awaken. The invigorating exercise was so delightful that I wanted it to proceed without interruption.

With palpitations coursing through my veins, I immediately tried to cogently interpret what I had just experienced. I tried to force feed a blue and white tallit into my roll, but I realized it was not blue or white, but rather a sheen like plastic paper. There was no ascending and descending—only ascending—so I could not force a Jacob’s ladder image like when he saw the angels coming and going from the Heavenly realm (Genesis 28:12).

At that point, as clarity overtook my conscious thoughts, I deliberately refocused on the faces of the loved ones who have been in prayer of late. After all, perhaps it was those prayers that were being answered. Or on the other hand, maybe I was being reminded that more prayers are needed, as the pleas are reaching not only the Heavenly realm, but turning hard hearts into willing hearts.

Thank you Lord! May this dream vision be more than just a reminder to pray, but be a foreshadowing of Your faithfulness to the pleadings for salvation of lost love ones!

So I rejoice in all things, praying without ceasing, giving thanks for all things, knowing in the Messiah Yeshua, all things are possible! Especially, answers to the fervent prayers of His saints!