This dream takes places on the morning of, February 01, 2006

I stood upon a building of some kind and before me was vast prairie, a lot like rural Texas. People, who I knew were my friends, stood here and there around me. Directly in front of me were three crosses, and hung on them were three bodies, dressed in colorful, stripped blankets like the Navajo Indians, their long black hair waved in the wind.

They were dead. Everyone around me was agitated and upset over these three lifeless bodies. But I couldn’t understand why we were. I stepped down and began walking towards my left.

Suddenly I found myself beside a broken down corral and among people with faces of death. They were jeering and mocking me. One man particularly seemed to hate me. I realized, as I do often in my dreams that I was a young man, no longer myself. Strange how I change back and forth between a male and female.

With horror, yet not frightened I knew the people around me were demon-possessed, their souls dead, yet they were crying out to be free…except the one man who was trying to corner me.

Glancing back towards my right I saw the three crosses and the building once again and my friends. I look down and I find my hands clenched around several small blue stones. I am knocked to the ground a couple of times, before I realized these people and this one man wanted the stones I held in my hands.

With perfect calmness I threw them as hard as I could towards the three crosses. The sailed far and wide, falling into a pile off dust just at the foot of the crosses. The crowd around me cried out in protest and took off running, yet couldn’t find them.

The world I saw, where the crosses and the building stood they couldn’t see, only a field. I had thrown the stones across the barrier of their world where I stood and into safety in the other world. I realized I could easily step across and escape them…but I woke up.