Hayah Chalowm

The Irony of Crutches

2011-12-22T07:55:00.000-08:00

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

2011-02-24T06:52:00.000-08:00

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

2009-12-24T04:44:00.001-08:00

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.

2009-12-24T04:04:00.000-08:00

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?

2009-01-24T10:39:00.000-08:00

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....

Bugging bugs and a weird place

2009-01-09T10:44:00.000-08:00

Not sure about this one. It's very limited - but it did leave an impression in my memory and therefore I will post.

In trying to find key things to point out, I notice the following. There are three people in this dream. My wife, myself and our good friend "Classic Mama". Insects. And a indeterminiate non-descript location.

So here as follows is my dream from sometime Thursday 1-08-09 into Friday 1-9-09.

My wife and I were sitting together on a bench - a park bench if you will. Where we were, I do not know - it was a gray nebulous location. I was on the left, she was sitting to my right.

On each of her shoulders sat a little brown bug.

It was very similar to this creature, known to the world as the brown stink bug. The difference with this and the one in my dream was simply it was narrower. The detail of the bug was very much identical - and I would know, because we've been catching them in our house every couple of days.

Now, in walks our good friend "Classic". She leans over to me and suggests quietly into my left ear "This is an indication of the sweat bug"...

At this point, I recall I woke up to our youngest, crying in her sleep because she dropped her binky.

Now, the only thing I have been able to relate to was that recently my wife had two red marks on the back of her neck - one on either side - that look like some kind of bug bite. They almost look like a spider bite...

But, to keep my categorical documentation of my dreams and visions (that I can recall) I am posting this one even though it makes very little sense or impact on me right now. It may at a later time.

3 Times, Oil, Salt, & Marching Band

2008-11-28T08:49:00.000-08:00

This was a dream that I had on Friday night, August 15, 2008. I wrote it down in my journal first. Now I am posting it here.

I was inside a building. This building was essentially a concrete structure, and had an institutional feel (like a school or even a hospital). I noticed the floors were all slightly sloped. There were fairly low ceilings with dimly lit recessed lights. I also noticed a lot of the removable office partitions scattered about forming empty cubicles.

Outside, I could see covered porch areas with tubular metal railings. Beyond these porch areas the world was vastly empty & desolate.

For some reason, my High School music teacher was there with me.

In a large room, like a gymnasium or cafeteria there was a 'marching band' practicing. With them, in the back corner of the room, were 2 black boys (I assumed they were brothers) that just seemed to be goofing off. They looked to be about 12 and 9 years old. They were carrying drum sticks and just banging on the walls and the floors and meandering around the room aimlessly. My spirit told me that they needed to come to know the Lord and receive salvation. I felt nothing from the rest of the band - who, as they were "practicing", seemed ignorant or indignant to these two boys.

3 times, someone came running in and told Randy (my music teacher) that "The Lord will increase harvest in the region". He put more emphasis on the harvest increase than he did on The Lord.

Something in my spirit recognized the implied significance of three times - but that signification eludes me.

We began to pray for the harvest.

As we prayed, an "oil well" spurted outside.

This oil spurt would come out in little marbles of oil. It began to bubble into a large pool.

However, once the oil would collect on the ground, it seemed to crystallized into "tasteless salt". I actually scooped some out with my finger and tasted it. It felt like salt, looked like salt - but had no taste.

Presidential Question.

2008-11-19T06:47:00.001-08:00

A dream. Monday night, November 17, 2008.

I was having lunch with President Elect Obama.

He asked me a question. The question seemed to be genuine and his response was even more surprisingly heart stricken and genuine.

He asked me what I thought was a great problem in our society.

My answer to him was "How is it in America that having children has become such a societal curse? Why is it discouraged by so many, to have large families?"

His response was actually encouraging.

He told me that children are a gift and an inheritance. He told me that children are a blessing and those who look at them as a burden or a curse are misguided. He also told me that we in America must work to restore the truth of the blessing of family, and the sacrificial gift that family is to all of the world.

A Vision For Pat

2008-11-11T06:57:00.000-08:00

Around November 26th 2007.

This was a vision during a time of prayer. For my father in love, Pat.

I saw him (Pat) rise out of the rubble of a fallen masonry structure. Blocks and stone were lying all around. He stood triumphantly on the rubble. The name TOOLEY could be seen, pieced together on the blocks lying on the ground.

His hair was very regally grown, white, and flowing across his shoulders. His beard was well trimmed, white, & glistening.

He was wearing a purple velvet robe with gold trim. Also, he was wearing white garments and blemish-less white boots.

He wore a breast plate of gold and silver. Clad armor covered his legs and arms. He was wearing a crown of gold and jewels.

In his left hand he held a royal shield with an emblem or banner of a red lion on it.

Is his right hand was a Celtic Warrior's sword, gilded with a gold guard and hardwood handle. Along the length of the steel blade was engraved "Tooley"

Inscribed or embroidered on his left leg are the words"Noble Son".

Dream 11-9-08

2008-11-11T05:49:00.000-08:00

Sunday November 9, 2008.

My mother, my wife, and myself were looking for the local grocery store (Dutchway to be exact). We were walking along a river bank that had a winding paved walking path along the sides heading down to the river. Tall brown grasses grew on either side of the walking path.

I had a shopping cart. One of those new "half-size" carts with the basket on the top and bottom. (The kind that doesn't have a seat for kids). I sensed an urgency to head to the river banks. So - I hopped on the cart and began cruising down the winding pathway through the grasses. Sometimes, I would be riding on two wheels (I think I thought that was fun). At this time, I am not aware of my mother or my wife's where-abouts.

When I reached the bottom of the pathway along the river side I saw a "train" on the water. This train was very much like the antique car rides at an amusement park. The "train" was very small - only one person per car and they were just sitting on top of the small car/seats. The "train" was on a single-pole track (there was a pin in the bottom of each car that kept the car in line). There was also a pavilion where people were lined up to get on the "train" - just as you would see at an amusement park.

The people in the pavilion were lined up to get on board. They didn't look interested or excited to get on. They were just standing in line, seemingly oblivious for what they were standing in line. In fact, I could hear a low murmur or mumbling coming from the crowd, but there was no certain words or even specific sounds - just a low humming murmur.

The "train" was full of passengers. Each one of the passengers were sitting very slouched in their seat. Each one had an expressionless face. Many were actually sitting with their head tilted down toward their lap, mouths partially open, eyes "sleepy" looking, and seemingly without thought. The "train" started up with a sputter and a jump. It even jumped off the track a little, and the front wheel of the "engine" popped up. With the initial jump of the train, the first passenger actually fell right off, hit the front of his head on the stone wall along the riverbank and fell in the water. The water was deep and he began to sink.

Amazed that nobody was moved that this man fell off, I jumped down to try to pull him out. The "train" just left, oblivious to what had just happened.

I noticed the water was very smooth and 'thick'. The water had the consistency of school glue. It wasn't sticky or white, but it was thick and clear. I could see the man who was sinking. His head was completely under the water by now. He was looking up, his face still expressionless, eyes and mouth were still open, but he wasn't even trying to get out. Both arms were lazily reaching upward.

I reached in and grabbed his hand to pull him out. I began pulling him up to the surface and when his face came out of the water he said to me, "No thanks, I'm OK." And he began to sink back into the water while holding my hand. He didn't let go of my hand, and in doing so pulled me into the water.

I fell in headfirst over the side. I frantically turned myself around in the thick water to swim to the surface, which looked very far away. While trying to swim up, I felt something bite me in the back-side. The mouth seemed small enough to be a person's bite....

It was then, that I woke up. And actually for a few moments, I could still feel the bite impression....