Prayer, Hot Tub in a Tree & Olvera St.

Just as I was drifting off last night I prayed thanking God for all He was doing in our lives and for continuing protection for us. I really believe that Satan is going to work overtime to mess us up as big changes loom on the horizon. Anyway...as I prayed I suddenly had a "vision" of the walls, floor, and ceiling of our house literally covered with visible words of prayer. It was kind of a visual assurance that we are "covered".

1. In the wee hours I had a long dream taking place in a house in the woods. Kind of looked like my parents' house. I was married to a very young guy who seemed sincere but a little flakey. At some point three young people climbed into a hot tub in the woods and became somehow trapped in it, kind of like the sides of the tub had grown up into a tall fir tree and now they were sitting in water at the bottom of a 100' tube! It was night and up at my folks' house we were gathering help to try and find/rescue them. There was something supernatural going on, like there were spirits in the woods or in that particular tree. I wanted to go out and help, but I ended up staying at the house praying or something. Most of the people out in the woods searching were Native American types.

Then it was daylight and I was in Dad's big car. The whole family is driving somewhere. As we pass through Suquamish I ask dad to pull over: I'm so tired! I was up all night with that search and I just want to go back to the house and sleep. I expect a fuss, but dad lets me out so I can walk back.

2. With Gordon in a small town (supposed to be Suquamish but too big) in the Ford truck. We're looking for a place to grab something to eat. Lots of little crafty shops with local artist stuff. We find a bakery and Gordon orders about eight dozen Maple bars!! "Don't make them ALL maple bars!" I say. "That's ok" says the person behind the counter, "we're out of maple anyway." Gordon opts for the "fish", so the baker takes a huge pile of raised donut "fish" and starts frosting them with plain buttercream...

3. Now I'm with Imelda Daranciang in San Francisco. We're biking somewhere, and end up near Olvera Street in Los Angeles. It's the "market" full of Mexican stuff and crafts that I haven't dreamed about in years (it's usually where Pike Place is supposed to be). We start down a concrete stairwell but just keep going down and down. I call a halt and we backtrack and then exit on to the street: there's the entrance to the market. We go in and it's mostly ethnic imports from Peru, etc. There's a fancy dress shop and the usual craft jewelry...