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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.
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