House Kites, Preachers in Suites and Storms....a DREAM

My Dream about House Kites and Struggling Preachers

A great many peoples were walking around the big city and suddenly “it was time to leave” and cross over the big river into the country. We all just left everything; all we took with us were the clothes on our back. We began to walk along the very large two lane highway. (it was actually a four lane highway but there was a median in between and of course two lanes went one way and the other two another)

We crossed over the river and on either side of the highway some people that had left first had pulled off to rest and were eating and getting refreshed.

I was near the front of the crowd and all of a sudden three cars came zooming down towards us, along the wrong side of the highway. I jumped in front of them waiving my hands like crazy and they eventually turned around without hitting anyone.

Along the other side of the highway, going the opposite direction there were only a few cars headed toward the city; however on the side of the road there were several men all dressed in suites.

They were preachers. (I just knew this) they were flying “box kites”. HUGE  box kites so big they had to have them tethered to their bodies and have several lines of string to hold on to them. They were all struggling to keep them up in the air. 

They were not just ANY box kites, they were miniature buildings. Of all different shapes and sizes. They more they struggled the closer they came to crashing down to the ground.
The scary part was that they were in the air right over US! As we were walking down the highway one of them nearly crashed on top of a group of people and I heard them cry out to God for help.

It was horrible! 

An elderly lady said to her husband behind

me (as we kept walking) “SEE, THIS is WHY they aren’t at church with US! They are too busy doing their own thing!”

The ground beneath the men in suites was like a desert.

It wasn't sand but it was all dried up and pure dirt. There was nothing left but dirt.

We all continued to walk but at a faster pace than before and the road beneath our feet, though it was still a two way highway with a median in the middle it had become dry all around us. The wind had started and you feel a storm brewing. You could see the storm clouds not too far off in the distance; dead center on the highway.

There were some at this point that turned around and chose to go back to the city. They had to cross over the median to get to the other side of the highway to head back to the city. Knowing what trouble awaited them there; .but the fear of the storm that clearly waited for us at the end of the highway far out weighed the threat of what ever awaited them in the city....at least for those that turned around...and as we continued down the highway, there continued to be more people that became afraid of the storm and chose to turn back as well.


 (I am still not certain at this point what the "threat" was in the city that we all felt the sudden need to escape from. I just knew in the dream it was sudden and there was a very large group of people, I believe to be "the church" at large that felt the need to leave and in a hurry.)


The rest of us, which grew fewer and fewer in number continued on became closer to each other..

I had no fear of the storm.