The Irony of Crutches

A Dream from the night of 12-12-11 into 12-22-11

My wife and I were at some sort hotel or conference center. There were common areas throughout with many people present.

I had an injured left foot or ankle that required me to get around on crutches. The extent of the injury isn't in detail, I just know it was my left foot and that it required me to use crutches. And, of course there were stairs throughout the place.

In one of the common areas, there were many people. Among the people there was a man in the crowd offering teaching of some sort. It wasn’t clear what he was teaching, but in my heart I knew what he was teaching was counterfeit. And, to add to what I knew in my heart, I knew that what I was experiencing and living out by my life-example of walking on crutches was “the real deal”.

The first day as I made my way through the crowded room, this man was teaching in the middle of the room and most people paid little to no attention to me. Some would move out of my way to let me through, but most paid no consideration as they listened to the man going on and on about something that kept their attention.

The second day, it was the same thing. I hobbled my way through the room, up some stairs, among and through the crowd of people while this faceless man taught. The second day it was a bit different as some of them began to realize the apparent irony that what he was teaching is being reflected right before their eyes. I heard laughter. I also felt laughter in my heart with them. This laughter wasn’t in jest or from amusement, but the realization of the irony. I made it a little further on the second day.

The third day, it all started again. I made my way through the room, up some more stairs, among and through the crowd of people while the man went on with his teaching. This day more of them noticed me and my struggle and realized the that what this man was teaching was being played out right before their eyes. I heard more laughter than yesterday. In my heart however, I knew this it was laughter of joy rather than a feeling of hilarity. More people offered help as I made my way further up the stairs. And, finally making it to the top of the stairs on my crutches, I was able to leave the building.

Once in the parking lot, I realized that my left crutch had broken. I told Jennie that the part that broke off would have to be somewhere between the car and the top of the stairs. She went back to look for it.

Swimming to a Witch's House

A Dream from February 23, 2011

I was swimming at The Lake. The Lake is a familiar spot that my family used to go for weekends and vacations, my great aunt’s cabin in DuPont, PA.

We were swimming, tossing beach balls around in the water, diving, splashing and all that. I dove down into the water and would find myself inside a house. It was an odd looking house. It was dimly lit, and eerily decorated with statuettes, symbols, and many candles. It seemed to be an underground home, with tree and plant roots hanging from the ceilings.

There was no one home. I, however, felt the need to find a way out. I had no idea how I got there, since just moments before I was swimming in the lake. I found some stairs, narrow dirt steps lined with tree roots and dirt walls. The stairs winded up and out through an old wooden plank door. The door opened up into a side street in town. Closing and latching the door behind me, I found my way back to The Lake.

I explained to the others in my group. Most of the people in my group I do not recognize (although, I know them in my dream). There were two people that I could name – Dawn D. and Jason C. So, I took the group to the side street to locate the door that I came out of. Frantically, I searched for it – but could not find any indication of a door like the one that I came through. It was gone.

We found ourselves back at The Lake swimming and playing in the water again.

Of course, I dove into the water. And, once again, I found myself inside the same room of the underground house. Again, there was no one home – but the eerie feeling I had motivated me to find the way out again. I found the same stair case again and it brought me out on the same side street through the same wooden door. Again, I reconnected with the group that I was with (there were about 6 of us in the group).

I explained what had happened again to the group, and brought them back to the street where the vanishing door was. This time, we looked behind trash cans and dumpsters. We climbed fire escape ladders and stairs to look for the door. Still, we couldn’t find it. Then, I came to a section of siding along the wall that just seemed out of place. I pulled a section of the siding away from the wall and found a small narrow passage way with a door. It wasn’t the same door, but it was a door none the less. After pulling all the siding away, we were able to squeeze through the narrow opening into the passage way and through the door.

The door lead to a staircase. The stair case was very similar to the first one I had found. It was very narrow and winding. The steps were made of dirt lined with tree roots. The stairway found its way into a large underground room. There were candles lit throughout the room, mirrors on the wall. There was a fireplace with a fire burning. On the mantle over the fireplace were little statuettes and figurines, surrounded by candles. A table was set for a meal in the center of the room.

A woman stood at the head of the table, dressed in a long emerald green gown, she had long flowing blonde hair, pale white skin, and a soothing calm voice. She said “I’ve been expecting you.”

Jason & Dawn were looking around the room with discerning eyes and a concerned look on their faces. Jason began declaring out loud the protection of Jesus. To which, the woman calmly and quietly said “I Believe in Jesus”. At this moment, I realized in my spirit that this woman is a witch. I spoke to her saying “You believe in Jesus? Good! Even the demons believe in Jesus, and they shudder at the mention of His name.” With that, the woman left the room in a flash – disappearing from sight. At that moment, the candles began to burn with fury, a wind ripped through the room stirring up the dirt floors and extinguishing candles throughout the room.

We cried out for Jesus.

I woke up.

Jumanji? A dream on 12/20/09-12/21/09

There we were, driving up a snow covered hill in our Suburban...just my wife and I.

When what do we see in the road in front of us....but a pachyderm. A woolly mammoth of sorts...and it was heading toward us down the hill.

The snow was difficult to drive in - and so, sure, we got stuck right in front of the big brown hairy elephant....

The animal proceeded to pick his front foot up and step on our Suburban. Inside - we prayed and declared safety over us in Jesus name. The elephant did put a dent in the roof - but didn't crush the truck, or hurt us.

After our experience with the pachyderm - we began to drive again up the snow covered hill. At that moment, from our left side we were cut off by someone driving a big white Cadillac. It was like bumper cars - we were both driving in the same direction, and kept hitting each other trying to push the other out of the way. I ended up driving right over that car...going up the hill.

Then, once we reached the top of the hill, we could see down the other side. At the bottom of the hill I could see the fueling station - that's right - a gas station - our destination. However, just outside of the gas station were many countless very large wild animals. Elephants, bobcats, tigers, giraffes, monkeys and many others.

We began the drive down the snow covered hill.

Sometimes sliding and skidding we approached the parking area outside the gas station.

A bobcat jumped in front of us, and put its front paws on the hood of the suburban.

It startled me awake...

2 walls of junk.

There were two mornings in a row that right after I awoke I was very aware of the same thing.

Across the bed I 'saw' a small wall, it was really about 3 inches high and 2 inches wide with small 2" x 2" 'towers' every 12 inches or so.

I'm not certain of the materials used in this wall, but I could recognize some things. I know there were baby carrots, matchbooks, socks, broken pieces of pottery, and plenty of other seemingly mismatched and misplaced materials.

These materials were pressed together (like a trash compacter would leave the trash) to form the perfectly shaped "castle wall" across the bed.

The wall was not between my wife and I, but rather across the bed from side to side.

I wanted to write this down, because for two mornings it was so vividly depicted.

A Road Trip to Hell?

This is a dream from the night of Thursday January 22, 2009.


We were driving, in a convertible. Yes, a burgundy colored 1964(ish) Chevy Impala convertible. (I did not know what the car was during my dream, but as I wrote this, I prayed that if there was significance to the car that the Lord showed me. I heard Him saying look for a 1964 Chevy Impala – when I ‘googled’ that, the very first image was the exact car from the dream)

I don't remember specifically who was in the car - but we were driving down a cavernous road. It was very bumpy - a tunnel or cave of sorts. There was no vegetation. It was dark, other than a bright red glow from ahead. Of course, there were stalactites and stalagmites all around, I saw and could smell fire.

It seemed as though the walls were made of molten lava; Almost as though we were driving through a tunnel within a molten lava stream.

There were, I think, 4 of us in the car which (I assume due to the heat) broke down. The underside of the car was destroyed. The 4 of us consisted of 3 adults and a young child (possibly 2 years old).


We got out of the car, and found there were quite a number of other travelers who encountered the same fate. We all were walking toward a common destination. Everyone that was walking to this unknown destination seemed to be walking unaware of their surroundings and destination - or at least not caring where they were going.

Once there, we were asked by a dreadful looking host where we wanted to go. Our choices weren't clear. One obviously lead to a place where there was much terrified screaming, the second choice we could not hear nor define visually.

Two of my companions (one adult and the child) selected the first choice and were abruptly escorted away, and from what I could see from my vantage they were literally shoved into a burning pool of what seemed like liquid lava...a few screams of terror and then silence. Other than the continual sound of rushing fire, flowing hot molten lava and hissing - there were no other audible noises.

My remaining counterpart and I chose the second destination option - we were abruptly swept away in a whirlwind of extreme heat, fumes, fire and smoke....