I was horrified and outraged by what was happening. A very tall man (giant), all dressed in black leather was beheading the people in white, as they knelt at the finishing line.

Hi Steve

I have just finished listening to the H&H show from last night. I have listened to you since about 2007 when I came across and interview with you on Coast.

I wanted to thank you for your faithfulness and all of your caring for people. I always listen, often twice, and appreciate all you do.

I felt compelled to share this dream with you which I had in my teens, over 20 years ago. It has a giant in it, and it is why I took notice of you when I first heard you talking about the pilot who had transported the giant.

Here is what I dreamt:


I was sat in a large sports stadium about half way up the rows, looking down upon a race track. I could not see the finishing line as it was blocked by a large concrete area like a winners podium.
The whole stadium was completely filled with people wearing white. A line at a time, these people were filing down to the track, in the manner that people go for communion at church. It was my line's time and we began to file down and I joined them.

As we got below the line of the podium and I could see what was occurring at the finishing line, I was horrified and outraged by what was happening. A very tall man (giant), all dressed in black leather was beheading the people in white, as they knelt at the finishing line. His sword was long and could reach across the length of the lanes on the track.

I shouted out "How dare you do this? These are God's people".

I was the only person to speak out. The executioner laughed at me but we all carried on walking toward the finishing line.

At the finishing line, I knelt down with the others and prepared to feel a sting on my neck. I waited and nothing came. The giant then said to me that as I was the only person to say something, I could stand and speak.

I remember in my dream, the words of outrage welling up in me but as I stood, tears fell down my face and instead of voicing my anger, I began to worship God. I sang "Thou shalt be exalted, Thou shalt be exalted, forevermore".

As I sang these words, my vision changed and the throne room of God became visible as if seen through rice paper, just beyond the finishing line. I knelt once more and the dream ended.


Thank you Steve,

Feb 11, 2015

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