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12/11/2011
Brad Meckley

I dreamed there was an Indian standing in the middle of large rolling hills with green grass. He and his tribe were in a war and had lost. A tribe had come and killed all his people and destroyed his village. He was looking for a new war horse. He was looking for one that was the best war horse in the world. He saw it coming over the hill with a few other horses. He captured the horse and took it as his own. It was a red horse. He got on it and began riding toward the tribe that had destroyed his village. He had a bow, arrows, and a spear.

The scene changed and I saw him riding up to the camp of the enemy. It had about 2 or 3 tents. It was quiet and there was a small camp fire that was dying out. The enemy was in their tents. He rode up and began to war against them. There were about 5 or 6 Indian men he fought against. He was captured.

The scene changed and he was inside one of the tents. Then I became the Indian that was tied up. One of the men took out a knife and cut my thumb. It was a minor cut but I was fearful to be harmed. Then the dream ended.

Impression:

The war horse was the best war horse in the world and had never been captured. The Indian was not afraid of the enemy or what would happen to him. He wanted to bring justice to what happened to his people.

I believe me turning into the Indian was a picture of my courage. I am fearful of the enemy and what will happen to me. I need to rise up in courage and strength in the Lord. I was encouraged by the dream to be strong for the Lord.