Here's the dream:

My old friend from school Elisabeth was getting married in March, and she wanted to do it in England because it holds romantic significance for her (just because of Jane Austen novels and stuff). I knew England was a dangerous place and was reluctant to tell her it was a bad idea, but I didn’t know why.

Fast forward…I am in England, I am a citizen there, and the government has rolled out a program to give everyone a face lift. If you get this face lift, you get plastic surgery and you look like a celebrity. Well, most people were excited about that! But I knew I didn’t want it because I decided long ago I wouldn’t get a nose job so this was not anything I wanted.

The problem was it was mandatory. I thought I could just say no, but at one point I was put in a room with lots of people and we were candidates for this surgery. I turned to a group of women near me and said, “You all look beautiful enough. You don’t need this surgery.” They didn’t listen.

Somehow I was able to leave that group, but it was like I was in the same building with all these people, and more and more of them were getting the procedure done, so I began to stand out more with my normal features. They looked kind of like robots with plastic skin when the surgery was finished. There was one last chance for me to do it, and I remember seeing an ugly woman about my age, and I told her (trying to convince her and myself) that she was pretty and didn’t need the surgery. Well, she didn’t believe me. She was convinced she was ugly and needed it.

Then I was basically the last one with no surgery, and I had to meet the authorities. This man in a business suit tried to yell at me and get me to take the surgery. I refused, and the punishment for saying no was that I would be dropped into a shark AND lion tank. Don’t ask me how they survived together lol.

I braced for impact, and thought of those stories where people’s souls left their body before they died. I waited for Jesus to take me, and was dropped through the floor into the tank; then somehow I was swept to the side of the sharks and lions and was in a dark area. No one could see me. I left the dangerous room and went to hide in another dark room. At least one person saw me but left me alone. End of dream.

I think this plastic surgery represents the mark of the beast. I was thinking about it recently, why John mentioned the mark along with the beast. He could see clearly in the spiritual realm the evil entity behind the mark and why everyone had to get it (because they were forced by this being). But in our reality, we don’t see the spiritual side of things (usually) so we think of it as “just a chip” or “just a vaccine”. But it’s more than that.

Revelation 13:16-17 King James Version (KJV)

16 And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:

17 And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.

I also believe the beauty talked of in the dream represents how God made us in his image and no one needs to mess with that, whether we think we are pretty or ugly on the outside. We are his craftsmanship, and for anyone to say we need an upgrade is ridiculous. We don’t need to look like celebrities or be half cyborg to be special. We are already special because He made us.

The name Elisabeth means "pledged to God." Interesting she was wanting to get married with this meaning. Maybe she represents the bride of Christ heading towards danger.