The clay 

It was an ugly green. Dark and filthy like sewage sludge. I looked at it and wondered how it came about and why was there so much of it? 

But wait, I need to start further back in the dream; back to where I can remember what was happening at first. 

The world was in a severe crisis due to the lack of fresh drinking water.  

We were trudging through this slimy green ‘clay’ looking for pools of fresh water. We had to carefully draw out the water, into some sort of vessel so we could drink it. I came to a huge wall of clay that had two small openings in it. The size seemed insignificant at first with two rectangular holes about a foot or two apart; one above the other. At first, I was reminded of the swinging doors on an old western bar where the doors swing back and forth to let you enter. They suddenly changed shape and became like human rib bones and a face appeared at the top opening and then quickly disappeared again.  

I had some sort of tool that resembled an axe handle, and I began to punch away at the edges of the hole to get a bigger, better view. The clay slowly crumbled away, and so I dropped the tool and took hold of both sides of the opening and pushed inward.  

The scene changed as I peered in. I could see the shapes of people sitting in pews all around, and there was a stage in the center of the huge room where a few ‘people’ sat staring at me. By then the others had joined me in the ‘cavern’ and we were instantly frozen in place upon seeing such a sight.  

Were they alive? Yes, and they were moving and reaching towards us desperately.  Amazingly, they were the same clay; green and ugly and melting into the whole; becoming the clay. 

I immediately reached out and began pulling the people out of the green sludge and putting them behind me. We went on, room to room, and there were more and more people. One woman was lying on her side as though she was paralyzed. She was calling out to me saying, “don’t leave me...don’t leave me”. 

I assured her that I would come back to get her and continued, into more rooms where even more people were sitting in pews. Sadly, it. I reached down into the clay and pulled as hard as my strength would allow. The sludge gave way and she appeared, grasping at my arm in desperation. She was free! 

It was too late for some, but we managed to save a lot of them by pulling them out of the green slime and pushing them into the light of day that shined brightly behind us, giving us light to see and do our work. 

The scene changed again and all of us became shining white lights. Each time we reached out our hands and arms they became rays of white energy. As we touched each one, they too became white energy and went behind us.  After searching many rooms, I remembered the woman. Returning to the room where the woman had called out to me, I began to scan the room for her. She had all but disappeared into the clay. All I could see was her face, about to be covered up by the clay. I reached down into the clay and pulled with all the strength I could muster, and she slowly came out of the slim, smiling and waving her arms. She was free! 

I began to laugh as I touched each one, knowing that they were now safe and alive and free of the ‘green death’ that had such a grasp on them just moments ago. 

I don’t know how long we stayed there, plucking them from the awful clay but it was a while. I awoke and marveled at my experience and instantly knew it was both spiritual and evangelic. 

I don’t know how many of you dream, but I dream almost every night, and sometimes have more than one dream. The significance of this dream will stay with me for some time, I’m sure. If you have any thoughts on this, please email me and tell me what you ‘see’. Thank you.