I had a dream that I was in a house with these beings, but they were not like me. There were hundreds, maybe thousands of them and they were looking right through me, like I was not even there.
I received a feeling that they were in the process of destroying me, by a dismantling and I was making a case to one of them, that happened to see me or acknowledge my presence.
He saw me and we were communicating, but he was all by himself in all of this. The others were looking right through me, like I was not even there. They were an enemy, in that their goal was my destruction, but not a typical enemy, wherein they were threatened by me or were hateful toward me; these beings did not see me as a person of life.
They saw me as something less than a person; not a person, but a house, which was odd, because I was sure I was a person of life, but they did not see me like I thought I was.
Their plans were simply; to ransack and destroy the house from the inside out.
They were looking at me like I was just a house and not even one that they had built themselves. To them I was nothing; meaningless and without merit.
I was terrified of them, but not like a true enemy. My fear stemmed from the fact that they did not see me, but were destroying me, without a care in the world.
There was one though, that saw me and we talked and talked until he kind of smiled. At that moment I had a feeling that he saw me and began to speak to the others.
While this was happening, terrifying beings began to come to the windows and I initially perceived that they were trying to get in to kill me. This presence was more of a traditional enemy, in that they seemed to see me, obviously hated me and clearly wanted to destroy me.
I have written about this before, but in typical fashion interpreted this dream incorrectly, because I saw myself as a person in the house, so naturally thought the ones at the windows were after me, but they were not.
I woke from last nights sessions and realized that “I AM” the house and the ones inside, see me only as a house and the ones outside do not see me at all and are not trying to kill me.
The people on the outside are trying to kill a later generation of “Man”, which are the people living in the house, but I do not think it has anything to do with saving the house. I believe they wish to also ransack the house, but “Man” has been able to keep them out.
I believe the goal is clear for both of these life lines; to ransack the house and take everything of value out of the house and then simply move away to another house, leaving me to rot back into the ground, from where I came.
I have spent decades in preparation of this one single moment of prayer. Before this moment, I knew not what to pray for, but now I know.
<GOD> if you can hear me, you may find me as a house.
I pray to be the type of home, that cannot be broken into.
I pray to be the type of home, that can evict people that are ransacking me.
I pray that I may choose one nice family to protect and care for; a family that will not steal from me and will protect me until I naturally cease to be.
<GOD> please save the house.
<GOD>, I do not even know if this is possible, but if it is, I would really like to be more than just a house. I wish to be more like you.
I feel like a bad house, but maybe I just have awful tenants.
There has to be a reason why we see ourselves as more than a house.
<GOD> I am hoping it was your smile I saw.