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The Holy Spirit Is Christ Jesus Alive:

We knew of a fine eatery that catered to us. They got us the leftovers
free, after closing. We would wait quietly and obediently in line at the back
doorway. The food, prepared by chefs, is delicious and of a five-star calibre.
The waiters rationed the food and controlled our hungry crew.
God touched their hearts so they would continually feed us. Finally, I
became bored, with the junkyard community, and I travelled somewhere

else.
Someone gave me a decrepit apartment, but rent-free. A con, some
steps were missing along the stairs, at risk of falling several floors down.
A pro, I possessed the keys to lock my apartment door, I felt at rest. I
soon discovered we were squatting in an abandoned building. The man in
charge misleads us, but he never took our money, he took us off the streets.
I decided to leave my apartment; I went back to the Junkyard.

I remained there for a time and eventually, I left.
I went back to my decrepit apartments. A great change had taken
place. A generous contractor came and renovated the apartment building;

everything repaired, including the stairs. They gave the man, who took
the homeless off streets, the job as an apartment manager. He gave me my
apartment back.
I eventually returned home and told my family about my great
adventures.

S u m m a r y

There are similarities in my current life contrasted with this dream. This
was a prophetic dream, indeed. I live downtown where there is congestion
of homeless people. My same situation in this dream. I was once homeless
for about (3) years. The number three is a special number, the number of
Trinity.

I also was homeless downtown, the streets remind me of the
Junkyard, a worthless land. People sleep on the streets and most of the
time nobody says anything.