On September 20 2015, I dreamed I was with this older couple who I went with everywhere. Everything was somewhat chaotic and I knew something was very wrong because we were running from place to place every few hours.
I kept seeing Muslim people, mostly men. I needed a doctor for some reason, so I must have been injured. We were in and out of buildings, grabbing food when we could, or clothing. The older couple was pretending I was their young daughter and I was calling them father and mother, but they seemed to be believers who were protecting me.
We finally got to a hospital but in one of the hallways on the way to where the stairs were, a group of Muslim men blocked our way, yelling at us and holding up their hands like they did not want to look at me. I think the hospital was only running on half power because the lights were flickering and there were no elevators.
We went to one of the examining rooms and a male doctor and a female nurse told me they needed to take me to get different clothes. The nurse said something like, let’s get you into something more modest. I protested, but looking down my clothes were torn and my shoulder was showing a bit because whatever I was wearing had holes, like we had been through a war or something.
She led me and my “parents” to a clothing rack and she held up this headscarf. I felt upset and refused to put it on. The nurse said I was upsetting the men, indicating the Muslims. I took off running to get away from the nurse, but now I was wearing a long light blue garment of some sort.
I ran into an office area and said to someone that I did not want to cover my hair like a Muslim. I tried to break a computer that was in the office by throwing something at it, but whatever I threw only knocked over the display monitor, but didn’t break the computer.
I got back together with my “parents” and the old guy who was pretending to be my father said, “You should at least try to blend in and hide a little.”
So I relented and put on the head scarf but let my hair show somewhat. We continued going from place to place, trying to stay hidden. We were no longer at the hospital, but at someone’s house where I saw other people scavenging through things.
I noticed the older woman pretending to be my mother was becoming increasingly more and more bitter and complaining as time went on. Then she disappeared for awhile. We might have asked her to leave us.
The older man seemed to be giving me a lot of advice, but I don’t remember any of it now. Next thing you know, that woman had somehow, apparently in exchange for food, promised me in marriage to a Muslim guy! We had been betrayed! She was now acting haughty and seemed evil.
The old man was horrified at how his wife had changed. I was horrified by what she said. She tried to present me with a navy blue dress to wear, but I refused. I took off running again, this time by myself. I ran outside, down a street, and there was no light outside at all anymore. Everything was very dark. That was the end of the dream.
Jacqui E. was born and raised most of her life as a Jehovah’s Witness, but her love for God and the Bible kept her doubting many of the things she had been taught. In November of 2011, she became a born-again believer in Christ and began hearing from the Lord soon afterwards and having dreams. Her earnest desire is to lead others to Jesus and to warn the Bride to wake up to the things that are soon to come.
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