I had a dream:
There were about seven of us riding up an elevator to a very high floor on a building that looked a bit like the Sky Needle. It had the same kind of round top but more of a traditional building up to the dome area. We got out at the very top and rappelled off of it down to the street below.
Once we got to the bottom, Scott and I followed a semi truck and headed to an industrial part of town up in the north somewhere. I think we were in a beat up pickup truck. I gave Scott a stereo because the truck had none. He wired it all together. There were wires going all over the place. I examined them closely knowing that if any came loose, it would be hard to put it back together.
We drove to this little house where a bulldozer or front-end scooper was going to tear out the floor. There were tiles down that needed to come up so a new floor could be laid down. This was to be Scott’s new place.
Scott and I drove around the block and then parked next to the house. “Worthy” was the worship song playing on the radio while we were driving. Scott was singing. I soon joined him.
Others soon joined up at the house and began bringing furniture and stuff in, even before the tractor tore out the floor. Scott was getting ready to move in right then.
I gave Scott my ipod earphones because he had none.
The house was at the very end of a railway. It’s like we were in some super industrial park or something where trains would come. The tracks ended right behind the house. No trains could go by. The would stop there as the last point.
When inside, Scott told me how he had never mentioned to me his encounters with the LORD. He has some messed up things in the past with his body and involving needles. God used to come and wake him up and talk to him – like face to face stuff.
The dream ended.