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Date of Dream: June 18, 1998 Dream Title: The Egg the Dream: I am not present in this dream. There is an image. It is a gigantic orb, a yellow, glowing mass with vines and branches covering it. It is pulsating, almost like it is breathing; inhaling and exhaling. A hand appears, outstretched, to touch it. The hand is not mine; it is a woman's hand. I can't tell who is there, but I am left with an impression of (name withheld), a woman who attends the church I am a part of, and at whose wedding I was an usher. As the hand reaches closer, the orb tears, almost like an egg cracking. |
August 3, 1999 I was at the same church, giving the Sermon this particular Sunday. In that Sermon, I had talked about prayer. After the service, the woman who I was "impressed" with in the dream approached me. She told me that what I'd said about prayer struck a chord in her. She wanted to know if I would pray with her about a situation in her life. I told her I would, and inquired as to the nature of her situation. She told me she was trying to have a baby! |