From “Christiana”, the same person whose first dream I posted on February 13.
In my dream, I saw a small band of riders on white stallions leap into deep, pure-white snowdrifts at the bottom of a very steep, rocky, mountain as they began their ascent up the snowy mountain. The virginal snow glistened as it sprayed outward and down behind them as the horses were buried up to their hind quarters in deep snow, slowing their advance but having no affect whatsoever on the enthusiasm or intent of the riders. The men were robed in pure white capes made of soft white fur emblazoned with an emblem on the back, and beautiful trim along the edge. The lead rider wore a crown. I understood immediately that he was a king and the small band of about a dozen men were his royal entourage. I also understood that this king was returning home and that he had been gone for a very, very, long time, so long in fact that his people had almost lost hope in his return. I experienced the separation between him and his people in my soul and knew his arrival was long in coming. I also sensed his longing for his own people and felt the urgency with which he rushed forward to be reunited with them. In the next moment, I was on the far side of the mountaintop, which was like a high, flat plateau. The landscape was brown and barren and dry. In the vast openness, I could see a people huddled tightly in a large mass out in the open desert. I could not see individual human faces in this mass of desert dwellers. It was as if they were one and not many, though I knew there were many of them huddled together in this tight crowd. They clung tightly to one another as they waited for their king. Immediately I found myself in a structure constructed only of posts, beams and roof but without exterior walls. I could see the arid outdoor landscape from within and the crowd off in the distance. In this shelter, fine clothing designed for men, women, children, and infants hung along interior walls or were folded neatly on shelves. The garments were handmade from very fine, natural fabric, and were decorated in a way that reminded me of American Indian clothing, although the style was more like those of gypsies. All along the far wall, small outfits for newborn infants hung from cords, and each was finely decorated with tiny beads or stones. Every single item of clothing folded in those piles on the shelves, hanging from the walls, or strung on those cords was deep, dark, royal purple. Every single piece of clothing was purple! These clothes were made to dress a royal people and this people were waiting for their king. That was the end of the dream.
I understood the meaning behind this dream immediately upon waking. But, I hesitated to post it for reasons I cannot explain, except to say I feared it was presumptuous to write about another of my dreams. But as the days passed, I became convinced that it was meant for more than just me. I knew right away that the king was Jesus Christ returning to His people. It took me a few days to realize the symbolism of the 12 riders, which I presume are the Apostles riding with Christ. They are climbing the mountain to the Holy City, Jerusalem on earth, where the remnant flock of Jesus Christ is waiting for His return. The Holy People are surrounded by desert and have detached themselves from all earthly possessions. The clothing…that clothing stayed in my mind for days….I finally concluded that the people were almost unaware of it’s existence in the dream, as if God Himself had prepared it for them. He was going to clothe them in royalty! And the snow….I couldn’t figure out what that deep, pure white snow was all about. I thought about it even tonight as I went to an RCIA class I attend in my parish. Tonight, one of the candidates pulled a reading by chance from Isaiah 1:18: “Though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool”. The deep, white snow at the base of the mountain that almost buried those horses was the sins of the people, turned to snow and fallen away from them to the bottom of the mountain. That dream was about God coming for His people.
From Pelianito: Dear readers, these two powerful dreams have been given to us to prepare us for what is to come, to give us sure and certain hope. Let us give thanks to God whose care for his little flock is as tender as it is unfailing. I encourage you to read Psalm 45 (link). Here are the first 4 verses.
Psalm 45: 1-4
My heart overflows with a goodly theme;
I address my verses to the king;
my tongue is like the pen of a ready scribe.
You are the fairest of the sons of men;
grace is poured upon your lips;
therefore God has blessed you for ever.
Gird your sword upon your thigh,
O mighty one, in your glory and majesty!
In your majesty ride forth victoriously for the cause of truth
and to defend the right…