House of Angels

 

Dreamed 2/2/2017

What is really unique about this dream is that I dreamed a short dream about this place a few months or so ago. More uncanny than that, I had a dream this morning that made reference to that dream, and then woke up and went back to sleep and continued the dream from where I had left off earlier.

Original House of Angels dream:

The dream started with me being invited to meet a Christian friend for coffee at a Christian coffeehouse.  A local church had sponsored free donuts and coffee for an hour and presented a short gospel message.  When my friend and I were leaving, we thanked them for their message and free coffee and donuts. My friend suggested that they should have me sing my song “Barbecue for Jesus,” sometime.  One of the counter people said, “That’s a nice offer, but I don’t think anyone would be interested.”

As the guests were leaving and staff was cleaning up the coffeehouse, a guy rolled out a silver machine that was about six feet wide and about seven feet long and about five feet high. Once one rack of chairs was hung on hooks around the unit, a button was pushed, and that layer of chairs was lifted so that another layer of chairs could be hung.  The guy loaded the chairs on it and when it was full rolled it towards what looked like a coat rack closet. He pushed the unit, which was holding the room’s chairs, into the coat closet.  The back wall slid backward revealing an elevator.  Another two staff people were folding up the tables and placing them on a cart against one wall of the room.

My friend and I exited the coffee house door. I woke up from the dream.

February 2^nd House of Angels Dream

The dream started with Ken Welker and his wife Sharon and Brent and Casey Richardson meeting me at a restaurant at night.  I had just finished helping other friends at an event held in a park. I had been helping sell at a merchandise table. The activity was over and it was time to put everything away. It was starting to rain. Somehow, I had misplaced my rain gear. The person I was helping had a spare, so I ended up getting a bit damp, but not overly wet.

I was supposed to meet Brent a few blocks away from the event.  I started to walk to the meeting place.  I came to a deep chasm. Even though he was less than three blocks away, the chasm that divided the park from the town was almost two miles around by road in either direction.  The person who I had helped must have figured out my situation. As I was walking the long way round, he picked me up and drove me into town to meet Brent.

When I saw Brent, he was in his pickup.  He said, “Your phone wasn’t working, Wayne. I was just about to go over to the park to get you.” He added, “Casey and the kids are with Ken and Sharon at the restaurant.”

Dusk had fallen and when we pulled up to the restaurant the night was pitch black. Strangely, even though I had gotten into Brent’s truck to go to the restaurant meeting, when we arrived he was in his truck and I was in my car. Even stranger, we could see the reflection of our headlights in the windows.  We couldn’t see inside.  It looked as dark inside as outside.

We went inside and met Ken, Sharon, Casey, and the children at the table. The room was well lit and resembled the pizza place in Marshfield where we all ate once a couple of years ago. I noticed a light emenating from a spot toward the top of the wall that was between the dining room and the kitchen.  When I mentioned it, Brent saw it, too, but Ken, Sharon, and Casey couldn’t see it.  Brent said, “Maybe it is just light reflecting through the windows.  Maybe you forgot to shut off your headlights, Wayne.  I know I didn’t forget to shut off mine.”  Everyone looked toward the windows.  It was so dark that we couldn’t actually see our vehicles, but we knew where we had parked them.  The lights were not on.

About that time an extended family of more than a dozen sat at the table between us and the windows.  Brent and I walked over to the wall under where we could see the light.  The owner of the restaurant came through the kitchen door, wiped his hands off on his white apron, and asked Brent and me what he could do for us.  We asked him about the light that was coming through the wall above the door to the kitchen.  I said, “I think you have a secret space hidden in your wall.  No one else can seem to see it, but Brent and I both think there is something there.”

The owner said, “That’s news to me.  I can’t see anything either.”  Brent had a vision.  He said, “I think I know how it works!”  He asked the owner if he could put his hand on the wall where we saw the light. The owner gave his permission.  Brent pushed against the wall above the door and a compartment popped out.  We could see something gold.  The owner grabbed a stool and stood up on it.  When he looked inside he exclaimed, “I’m rich!”  The owner of the restaurant pulled out the box and sat it on the cash register counter.  It was full of gold coins.  He took a handful of gold coins and gave it to Brent.  He grabbed another handful of gold coins and gave them to me.  Brent and I thanked him and went and sat back down with Ken and Sharon and Casey.

I noticed that most of the family at the table behind us had left. I also noticed that it was now light outside. Two ladies remained at the table.  An older woman dropped off a young girl and sat her in the lap of one of the two women. The grandmotherly lady said, “The rest of the family went downstairs to visit [the blank room]. They said they are going home after that and said to say goodbye. They already paid for your meals.” The young mother said, “I hope you took [blank – her daughter] to see the two angels.  She has really been wanting to see them.”

“Where are the two angels?” asked the grandmother.

The mother kissed her daughter’s cheek and whispered, “Did you have a good time with Grandma?” After the the little girl nodded her head, the mother replied, “If you go outside and take the downstairs you go to [blank]. If you go around the corner, you will see a set of stairs. If you go up the stairs you can see the angels.”

I thought, Are they good angels or bad angels? Are they in a room above the restaurant?

Meanwhile, Ken and Sharon went to the counter to pay the bill.  I asked Brent and Casey if they knew what was downstairs and if they had heard of the “angels” upstairs? They both gave me a puzzled look.

The two women and little girl left the restaurant as Ken and Sharon returned. I asked Ken and Sharon if they knew what was upstairs and downstairs. They didn’t know either. Ken said, “Why don’t we go check it out?”

Scene fade.  We are all walking downstairs.  We entered an underground room with a cobblestone floor.  It was a car dealership.

Sharon said, “O.K., now we know the answer to that.  Let’s go back and go outside and look for the stairway that goes up to the two angels.”

We started walking towards the stairway, the dream ended, and I woke up.

I rolled on my back and thought about the dream. Next I thought about going downstairs to the bathroom. I wondered, what are the two angels upstairs? I rolled over on my side and went back to sleep again.

 

Part two of the House of Angels dream

 

I received a phone call from my mother (My mother passed away almost two decades ago in real life.  Also, my mother, in this dream looked like her and sounded like her, but her word usage was much more cultured and intellectual).  She asked, “Have you ever been to the House of the Two Angels?”

“Once,” I replied.  I offered to sing “Barbecue for Jesus” for them.  They basically said ‘thanks but no thanks.’” I added, “I have also heard since then things that send up red flags. You have to be over eighteen to go there. That sounds more like a strip club or a brothel than a Christian coffeehouse.”

My mom replied, “I am sorry Wayne that they didn’t want to hear your song.  There are different groups that host there, maybe another group would let you sing.  You have two new songs. Why don’t you bring them along?”

“They probably don’t want to hear those either, Mom.”

“They might.” She added, “Anyway, I would like to have you take me there.  I’ll buy the coffee and pastries.  My treat.  I can tell you don’t sound that happy about taking me.  I am asking you as your mother.”

Oh great, I thought, She’s playing the “Mother card”. I said, “O.K, I’ll come pick you up.”

The scene faded.  We were pulling into a parking lot.  Around the parking lot I could see a few restaurants and stores.  As I pulled into a parking spot next to a café, to my right, built into the side of a hill, was a stairway covered by a green and white awning.

“That’s it, Wayne!” said my mom as she pointed toward the green and white canopy covered cement steps.  On top of the hill was a church with a parking lot. It looked like the stairway might be an entry into a basement below the church.

“Yeah, I know, I’ve been here before.”  I added, “I don’t know why, but I never noticed the church and parking lot on top of the hill.”

My mother replied, “Yes, that is the Holy Angels of Jesus Church.  They own the coffeehouse, even though several church groups in the area donate time or food to the Christian coffeehouse. It is a citywide evangelism project.”

“I have heard that they have a reputation for being lax.  Lots of ungodliness goes on there from what I have heard.  Everything from gender confusion to foul language to lack of apparel.  Do they really allow that in the church?”

“Well, Wayne, lots of community outreach organizations that give away free clothes, food, and places to stay have that same problem.”  She added, “Yes, they have those issues in the coffeehouse, but not in the church.  There is actually a sign posted in the entry to the coffeehouse about it.”

“A sign?” I asked.

“Yes, it says, ‘Please don’t bring minors into our coffeehouse.  Things may be said that little ears shouldn’t hear. Things may be seen that little eyes shouldn’t see.  While we don’t like guests of the coffeehouse using foul language or not dressing appropriately, we will often look the other way. However, if you visit the church upstairs, and you curse or are inappropriately dressed, you will be asked to leave.  If you do not cooperate, the police will be on their way to escort you off the property.”

“Really?  They have a sign that says that?” I asked.

“Yes, it is on the doors as you enter, in the coffeehouse near the food counter and at the entry of the church up above,” replied my mom.

Scene fade.

Just after I entered with my mom through a revolving door into a long hallway, I saw two statues of ten-foot high angels, as if on guard, in front of a brown door.  The door was a sturdy dark brown unit and the notice that my mother had warned me about was displayed prominently in two-inch high lettering.

We entered.  It was a large rectangular room.  To my right was a long wall mounted coat and cap rack. To my left, there was a small section of wall with books and magazines and games, that I remembered from the original dream as a set-off area that held an open kitchen.  To the center of the room were folding tables and chairs.  On the back wall was what looked like a coat closet but which I remembered from the original dream as an elevator.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LEGEND:

A: ANGEL DOOR INTO COFFEEHOUSE FROM ANGEL HALLWAY TO STAIRS.

B: CLOSET ELEVATOR

GOLD BOX: DESK WITH BOOKS, MAGAZINES & GAMES

SILVER BOX: COAT RACK

ORANGE BOX: DIGITAL VIDEO SIGN BOARD

BLUE BOXES: TWO OF SEVERAL SQUARE AND RECTANGULAR FOLDING TABLES SCATTERED THROUGHOUT ROOM

C: ENCLOSED KITCHEN WITH OPEN RED COUNTERTOP AREA FOR SERVING FOOD TO GUESTS

GREEN BOX: GREEN COUCH ON WHEELS.  BLOCKS COUNTER UNTIL PUSHED AGAINST WALL.

• GRAY BOX C AREA: DOOR INTO KITCHEN WITH STAFF ONLY SIGN
• BLACK BOX BELOW C AREA: ENTRY INTO DARK LIVING ROOM

 

Not many people were there.  I followed my mom around to my left. There were two little old ladies with their backs to us arranging items on a counter.  In front of them was a couch that blocked off the counter area.  When the little elderly ladies finished their task at the counter, they walked each to a different end of the couch, which seemed to be on wheels, and rolled it up against the wall to the left of the open kitchen area.  There was a door just to the right of the serving counter.  The door into the kitchen had a sign, “Staff only beyond this door.”  To my right was an open archway into a dark messy room that looked like a living room.  The windows were draped with blankets which added to the murkiness of the room.  All of the walls of the coffeehouse were plain white, but there was a center strip of wallpaper with little angels playing instruments in a campestral glen.  There were also a few more signs and decorative pictures in various locations.

As soon as the couch was moved, the kitchen staff greeted us and invited guests up to the counter. My mom opened her purse and one of the ladies said, “Put your money away. No cost today.  There was a donation for today’s coffee and pastries.”

My mom thanked her, and as she took the proffered coffee, meal tray, and selected two plain donuts from the pastry box, she slid her tray along the counter to the bins of sugars and creamers.  I came next in line and selected what looked like a blueberry fritter and the server put my cup of coffee on my tray.  As I was sliding down to make room for the line that was forming behind me, my mom said, “My son Wayne has some really nice Christian songs. You should let him sing them.”

“I don’t have them with me,” I said, “but I could sing the start of …”

The server, a slim, plain-featured woman with dull blond hair that peeked out from under her netted hair cover said, “I am not really the one to ask. [blank] takes care of setting up music or other presentations for the coffeehouse. She’s not here today.”

I was thinking, turned down again. It seemed that she was the same one who had declined my offer before. Then a tall, attractive, bubbly brunette, joined the line to the left of the blond lady and quipped, “Actually I am here.  What song would you like to sing?”

I replied, “It is called, “I Just Woke Up Singing to You, Jesus.”  I don’t have the words with me, but I can send a link that has the audio and lyrics for my song.”

She replied, “Wonderful. Just send it to the Two Angels Coffeehouse on Facebook. I’ll listen to it, and if it sounds appropriate, we’ll set something up.”

I thanked her and followed my mom to a table.  Not long afterward a hefty lady wearing purple lounge pants with football helmets (maybe Minnesota Vikes?) and naked from the waist up, except for nipple covers, sat with a group of people at an adjacent table. Behind her was a digital display video bulletin board with pictures and notices that I had been trying to read.  As soon as she sat down I adjusted my chair so that she was out of my line of sight.

After moving, I was facing towards the elevator that looked like a closet.  I noticed a sign that said, “Guests may not use the elevator unless they are with staff.  No more than three guests pers staff member.”

My mother and I talked small talk for about forty-five minutes.  We were just getting up to leave.  A server took our trays, and miscellaneous foam cups, paper, plastic spoons and empty creamers. Meanwhile, a twentyish girl with tightly curled blond hair, loads of acne, wearing a food-stained pastel green t-shirt and ragged jeans, hugged my mom and said, “Hi Esther! You never told me you had a son.”  She then hugged me.  Her breath was so bad I had to turn away.  She said, “People say I am really forward and precocious. I hope you don’t mind.”  I was as polite as possible and thanked her for the hug, then softly disengaged from her embrace.

Just then a middle aged lady from the kitchen staff – I had seen her working behind the counter servers – came up to us.  She said gently but firmly, [blank], you better go say goodbye to your other friends.  Then she said, Esther and Wayne are going to help me take chairs upstairs.

I helped her put a few more chairs on the bulky silver chair dolly that I remembered from my original dream.  We entered the elevator.  I asked her if the unit ever fell over if you had too many chairs on one side. She told me that it was very stable and showed me how to operate it.  I thought we would come up inside the church, but we actually came up in a storage building near the church. We stepped outside and the lady showed my mother and me the church building and the flat paved lot on top of the hill.  The church was a large brick building with two more angel statues outside the double doors.  She thanked me and my mother for helping her.  We all went inside the storage building to ride the elevator down.  I woke up. End of dream.

 

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