Ministers in a Bus Going up a Mountain
Posted: Tue Apr 27, 2021 5:06 am
Elie Collins 4/19/2021
There are many of us going somewhere in an old fashioned 1950's style bus. The bus was grey and white like an old Greyhound bus with open sliding windows, no A/C, and even though it was old styled, it still looked to be new. In the bus I see myself, Brian, Dan, and Anna (fellow minister friends of ours) and many other people I know, but I don't know their names are all in the bus with us. I somehow know that they are all ministers with us in the bus and the bus is filled with different types of ministers. I get tired in the dream, and I lean over to take a nap on my husbands shoulder.
After I wake up from sleeping in the bus, we are still in the bus and I look up and look out the window and we are headed toward some mountains. My uncle Poche is up in the front of the bus and he is like our tour guide or our leader. He has all white hair and beard, and he is dressed in tan outfit like a tour guide. He stood at the front the whole time. I asked "where are we going?", because all I see is that we are going up and up in the mountains. I was told "we are heading up the mountain". Somebody across the aisle from us asked the same question "where are we going?", and I shrugged my shoulders and I repeated "we are headed up the mountain".
Conversation continues, and Uncle Poche is still up in the front of the bus holding onto a rubber handle up in the front of the bus. Some time lapsed and I kept seeing the road and there is no way another vehicle could come down so everything was going up and up. There was snow on the mountains and there was greenery too. I said "when are we getting there?" I was actually talking to my husband Brian, but Uncle Poche responded "We get there when we get there." I said "OK, we get there when we get there". I also told another lady the same thing. We continued going up this rugged mountain one lane road where just the bus could fit. There is no way anybody else could come down that lane with us going up or somebody is going off the cliff.
I asked "Was there a base we were going to or where were we headed to?", because we were all different types of ministers in the bus. Everybody had a different type of ministry. He said, "There is no base, we are just going up." and he again said, "We get there when we get there." I asked "So is it way up there, or are we going higher?" He said "yes that is it, we are going higher." *end of dream*
There are many of us going somewhere in an old fashioned 1950's style bus. The bus was grey and white like an old Greyhound bus with open sliding windows, no A/C, and even though it was old styled, it still looked to be new. In the bus I see myself, Brian, Dan, and Anna (fellow minister friends of ours) and many other people I know, but I don't know their names are all in the bus with us. I somehow know that they are all ministers with us in the bus and the bus is filled with different types of ministers. I get tired in the dream, and I lean over to take a nap on my husbands shoulder.
After I wake up from sleeping in the bus, we are still in the bus and I look up and look out the window and we are headed toward some mountains. My uncle Poche is up in the front of the bus and he is like our tour guide or our leader. He has all white hair and beard, and he is dressed in tan outfit like a tour guide. He stood at the front the whole time. I asked "where are we going?", because all I see is that we are going up and up in the mountains. I was told "we are heading up the mountain". Somebody across the aisle from us asked the same question "where are we going?", and I shrugged my shoulders and I repeated "we are headed up the mountain".
Conversation continues, and Uncle Poche is still up in the front of the bus holding onto a rubber handle up in the front of the bus. Some time lapsed and I kept seeing the road and there is no way another vehicle could come down so everything was going up and up. There was snow on the mountains and there was greenery too. I said "when are we getting there?" I was actually talking to my husband Brian, but Uncle Poche responded "We get there when we get there." I said "OK, we get there when we get there". I also told another lady the same thing. We continued going up this rugged mountain one lane road where just the bus could fit. There is no way anybody else could come down that lane with us going up or somebody is going off the cliff.
I asked "Was there a base we were going to or where were we headed to?", because we were all different types of ministers in the bus. Everybody had a different type of ministry. He said, "There is no base, we are just going up." and he again said, "We get there when we get there." I asked "So is it way up there, or are we going higher?" He said "yes that is it, we are going higher." *end of dream*