In the first dream my oldest daughter was held captive by some evil people. She and other young women were on an airplane that was not meant to fly anywhere, but was stocked with gourmet cheeses in the refrigerator and fine wine on racks. I had entered the airplane to find her & considered taking some of the food because we’d need it for our journey. But then I decided to leave it alone. The plane was deserted and she’d been left behind, so I escorted her off the plane into the loving hands of some trusted friends from the desert, who gently helped her into their car.
I was supposed to join them, but chose to stay behind. I re-entered that plane and felt led to investigate the first class section. The bathroom was huge and even had a shower. I almost slipped inside, and upon bumping into the wall, realized it was a fully padded holding cell. Then I understood that this “plane” was a trafficking station!
I awoke and fell asleep and found myself pushing a stroller with my two year old blond grandson. We had no more diapers left, so I had to potty train him quickly. He was dirty from playing on the ground and I noticed some men eyeing his little body. So I ran into a bathroom to wash him off, then strapped him into his stroller, covering him with my shawl and ran away as quickly as possible!
Next dream – a prominent Arab physicist and his wife were commanded to fly their beautiful daughter to a wealthy sheikh’s palace. The mother slipped a drug into her daughter’s drink, causing the girl to vomit excessively. They were allowed to disembark on the layover in Germany, vowing to catch the next flight, but instead they went into hiding.
Next I was riding on a train that departed from the Frankfurt, Germany airport toward Berlin. As we passed an area in the countryside, I recognized a series of silos on a farm, which were once gleaming and filled with wholesome grain, but now they were disheveled, empty and abandoned.
When we arrived at the school, a beautiful young girl with long, black hair greeted me with much joy. Her mother spoke to her in Spanish and also gave me a hug. And to my great surprise, her father was my Iranian friend whom I was delighted to see! Then I strongly sensed to share this dream with my friends who just moved to Central America for the sake of their children.
This young girl had also been rescued and now attended this special school, which was full of students in therapy. And I had to wonder – are there really that many children who’ve been trafficked and so horribly abused?!
Again I awoke and saw myself on that “plane” where a large group of men and women were pleasantly chatting with each other while disembarking with children whose faces were without expression. I knew that my youngest daughter was still on board, so after the ensemble drove away, I tried to enter the plane, but a group of guards blocked my path. So I stretched out my arms to bless them, my enemies, and began to speak loudly in tongues. One of the Spanish speaking guards began to tremble in fear, thinking that I was putting a spell on them, so he slipped behind the others to bring out my daughter, who was naked and crying. So I took off my heavy coat and wrapped it around her, leading her off while continually looking behind and speaking loudly in tongues at the guards the whole time. Then I noticed that most of the guards were robots, whose limbs twitched and emitted sparks at the sound of the heavenly tongues. And I began to pray about returning for the many other children who were held captive.
As I awoke, I knew that this was an important tool to remember. And gratefully I recalled every detail of these dreams, knowing to share them with others who have a heart for rescuing children.