Dream preface

Most of the names just popped into my mind as I came to their part in the dream story. The exception was Jenzie. I did not receive names for the blond lady or the black haired lady next to her.

All I had was Jenn something but not Jennifer, for Jenzie. Also I had the impression for Jenzie to do a Google search for a list of specific dagger names by country. Jambiya popped out of the list. Maybe because of its alliteration factor.

Of course, Mark and Ken are friends from real life who were characters in the dream. Only time will tell if Mark or Ken have real life connections for the dream, or if their images are just cut-outs used merely as place-markers.

Like most of my special dreams they are a mix of realism and symbolism. Such dreams for me have a reality behind them, but the meaning is obscured by stage props and scene settings. Another angle of view suggests the dream is merely a short play that conceals a future event or a “Kingdom Lessons” teaching.

I awoke about 3:30 A.M., on 7/1/2026 from the dream, meditated upon it briefly, then got up to write it down.

“The Home Fellowship Meeting that went South Dream”

The dream started with me visiting a local traditional church service. Afterwards, I left and exited the church. Ken Welker was waiting for me. He said that he wanted me to meet someone. Ken pointed at a new semi-tractor, sans trailer, sitting in front of the church. The tractor was white and the doors looked like jowls on a bulldog.

Ken excitedly informed me that the doors were actually lifts that sat on the ground and when the doors opened, one stepped inside, and the user just held onto the two hand bars as the unit elevated. When the platform stopped moving, one simply stepped into the cab.

Ken said, “I know two Christian men. I can only vouch for them. I do not know and have never met their group. They meet in homes. These two brothers are really neat Christians. You will like them and you will have much in common.

“I will introduce you to one of them now, but then I will have to go. This brother is the young one. His name is Elon. The older one is a very kind elderly widower named Jack.”

Ken showed me how the lift doors worked, then I followed into the cab. In the dream I seemed much healthier than I am in real life and did not use a walker or cane.

Ken introduced me to Elon and then left.

Elon physically reminded me of Mark Wilkinson’s son. He had darker hair and his clothing style was different, but by personality he was quite like STW. Elon was sitting in the driver’s side seat and smiled, but did not arise, when Ken introduced us. The cab was very spacious and one could comfortably stand. The seats were more like recliners than truck cab seats. There was a curtained sleeper box at the back.

Elon asked if I had time to visit his fellowship that afternoon. When I agreed, he motioned to the passenger seat and I sat down and buckled in for the ride. He explained that his fellowship was actually two fellowships. Further, he shared how he and Jack were the two main leaders of the Seeker Group. Elon explained that there were four co-leaders of the Seeker group, and that unless three out of four gave you a thumbs up, you couldn’t meet with the elders or join the actual fellowship. That last info nugget gave me pause, but I decided not to press the issue and wait for things, good or bad, to unfold as the afternoon would progress.

Dream Fade 

When the next section of the dream began, I was in a plush white sunken living room sitting in a comfortable chair like you find in some modern churches. Strangely, even though the rest of the room was an elegant off white with hints of silver, the soft chairs were a dull blue-green.

I felt a coolness in the room as if there were an air-conditioner circulating the air. Fragrances like botanical gardens laced the cool but comforting drafts within the lush, thickly carpeted off-white living room. Furniture was sparse, although fresh flowers were scattered at the left and right edges of the room providing an almost funeral home ambience.

Dark and opulent, a small teak table sat quaintly at the edge of the room on my left that held an expensive silver plate of cookies. The huff of a percolating electric coffee pot suddenly wafted the bitter scent of that black gold which dulled the previous flower petal drafts.

I had expected that there would be a circle of chairs, but instead Jack and Elon were sitting in two chairs in front of me. They were facing me. Between us was a gap of less than four feet.

To my right were two chairs and a young yuppy looking couple were quietly listening, each holding their Bibles. To my left, but slightly forward, two young ladies were chatting animatedly. Both were willowy and pretty, but one had fine golden hair and the other had wavy raven locks.

The blond lady’s chair was turned slightly to the left and out of alignment with the other group of chairs that were huddled in the center of the otherwise huge and austere, yet elegant room.

The blond, even though I couldn’t see her face, sounded familiar, as if I should know her. The meeting had not officially started. Jack happily fired off several questions to me concerning a variety of Christian topics. Both Jack and Elon were very excited about my answers.

Suddenly the blond lady to my left excitedly cried, “Wayne, I didn’t know you went to this fellowship, too!”  She didn’t actually turn to me, but had leaned her head back over the chair at an angle. In the dream I had remembered her as being an eccentric  miss congeniality personality. I did not recognize her in the dream, but she knew me from another home fellowship. However, she had just been a child then. She asked several questions about what I was doing and if I was still getting songs in dreams and writing and yada yada!

Jack and Elon, when they could get a word in edge wise, as the old saying goes, came up with several more questions. Jack was a short man with beautiful, finely sculpted white hair. Not to long. Not to short. His van dyke was perfectly manicured. Jack’s clothing carried a tailored quality that concealed his slight belly and his expensive cologne had been applied just a bit too liberally.

After that round, Elon said to Jack, “Lets introduce Wayne to the other two co-leaders. Then we should probably get the meeting started.”

I perused the large living room and suddenly noticed there were two other people and a fighter jet parked in the far back of the gargantuan room!

The guy on the left was standing, as if at attention, beside an F-22 Raptor. His uniform looked like a Transformer character. He was on a raised platform as if guarding the oversized dark brown door behind him.

I looked to the right along the raised platform. An older lady with feathered white hair, and dressed like a special ops soldier in desert camo, sat rigidly behind a desk guarding yet another huge dark brown door. She glared at me with piercing blue eyes that were as cold as ice. There was a fan humming above her that sounded like whirring helicopter blades.

Jack smiled, “Yes, Elon, excellent idea! Why don’t you introduce Wayne to Mr. Sparrow Hawk for Christ and Major Jenzie Jambiya. Then we will start the meeting.”

Elon walked me over to Mr. Sparrow Hawk for Christ.

Elon’s warm smile froze as Sparrow Hawk shouted, “One more step Mr. O’Conner and I will attack. You do not have my vote for entrance beyond this door.”

Elon’s face paled and he turned back to Jack.

Jack slowly stood from his chair. His cross necklace jiggled as he anxiously caressed his white van dyke, then nervously feathered his belly through his white button-down shirt. Jack felt his cell phone buzz and reached into the cargo pocket of his short bone white khaki pants.

Jack pulled out his phone and squinted at the text message.

Miss Jenzie Jambiya, across the room, placed her phone back onto her desk but continued to glare at me.

Elon brought me back to Jack. They gave each other confused looks. “Excuse us, Wayne,” offered Jack, “I need to confer with Elon. We will try to fix this.”

As they walked over by the food table to whisper in private, the four other “seekers” looked at each other in shock and confusion.

Just then the entrance door into the living room opened. Mark Wilkinson stepped into the fellowship “sanctuary.”

I quickly met him near the door. Worriedly Mark asked, “What is going on? The Lord never talks to me like this! He said you were in danger! He showed me the house and gave me directions to get here. I didn’t see your vehicle. Do you need a ride?”

“Yes, Mark, it very much looks like I need a ride home or rather to my vehicle.”

“Let’s go then,” said Mark.

I replied, “Let’s start walking towards the exit door, but not too fast. I want to give Elon and Jack time to talk with me, but only briefly.”

We started walking and had almost arrived at the door. Elon sprinted up first, then the elderly Jack came up shortly – huffing, puffing and out of breath.

Elon exclaimed, “I don’t know what happened! Sparrow Hawk and Jenzie are never like this! Total personality change out of nowhere!”

Jack caught his breath and nodded. “I don’t understand it! They are always the epitome of warm congeniality. It is like they are possessed or something!”

It was Elon’s turn to nod in agreement.

Jack motioned to Mark, “You seem to know each other.”

I introduced them to Mark.

Elon asked Mark, “How did you know to come here?” Mark repeated the information he had shared, when he had first met me, not too far from the entry door.

Jack said, “I understand if you need to go, but we had no idea this was going to happen. Elon and I took an instant liking to you, Wayne. I don’t know why Sparrow Hawk and Jenzie took such an intense dislike to you.” He added, “Well technically, Jenzie texted me a thumbs down icon and the message that you were inappropriately touching and talking with the blond lady.”

I replied, “You were right there Jack. Did you see me touch her inappropriately? Over a decade ago I attended her family’s home fellowship. I didn’t touch her inappropriately then and I didn’t touch her inappropriately today! Jenzie was either mistaken or intentionally fabricating that accusation.”

Elon interjected, “We want to fix this, but it may take a while.”

Frowning I replied, “Here are my cards.” I gave Jack my Songs in the Night from Jesus card and Elon my Carnival World All Chapters card. I added, “My email and address is on each card. If either of you want to contact me, my door will be open; it is very unlikely that I will return here.”

End of Dream