Fire.

I was probably nine years old. The dream was not exactly scary. I never really thought about it. Not until recently.

But it has come back to me. You can never forget a repeating dream.

The house was asleep. My parents, my little sister, and my two younger brothers were all home in their beds.

A knock comes very loudly at the front door. I sit up in bed, wide awake. The lights flip on in my parents bedroom down the hall. I hear and then see my dad stumbling down towrards door.

I hear hinges creak open and then voices. My mom appears and then disappears down the hall. The volume of the voices increases and I hear an unfamiliar man speak. The front door closes the voices draw closer. Now I hear a woman's voice, not my mom's.

My parents and two strangers are walking back towards the bedroom. My mom appears, flipping on the lights, and pulling my sister from her crib in the corner.

"Tasha, get up!" she says and I can hear my dad waking my brothers from their room.

I slip from the bed. I am confused. Who is in the hall? Why are we getting up in the middle of the night?

My parents gather us all in their room and I peek from behind my mother to see two strange people standing near the bathroom door. They are wearing black. A man and a woman. The woman has long dark hair.

"You must hurry. Pack your thing and prepare the children," they are telling my parents.

"Mom, why are they here?" I whisper.

They both look at me, and grip my mom's leg tighter. They are so serious.

"The fire is coming," the man says, he has a gun on his belt. They look like cops or federal agents or someone from the Matrix. They want to proect us, I can see this, but they seem scary.

"What fire?" I ask.

My parents are rushing to pack a bag of clothes.

The woman points towards the bedroom window. I rush to the window and look out. It is pitch black outside. I can the see the backyard and the field that stretches behind. A fire, the length of the field is burning at the opposite end. It is moving, slowly moving towards our house.


"You have only ten minutes," the black-clothed people tell us. We are not moving fast enough for them.


"Get only what you need!"


I shrink from the window, realizing with horror we are about to lose everything but what we can carry.My parents are rushing, trying harder to gather the essentials.


I wake up...

**

I believe this dream was a warning. I experienced this dream, over and over again for nearly a half a year. At the end of this time, my parents begin undergoing the beginnings of marital problems, which ended in divorce seven years later. These beginning issues catipulted my family into the most tremendous time of purifying. We did symbolically walk through the flames.

Could this dream have been a forewarning? At the age of nine I wasn't thinking about my dream meanings. But now, as twenty-one year old college student, it makes me wonder.

God uses dreams to confirm the future and even the past, right?

Maybe...