In this dream , I had lost my purse, when I found it, there was an old friend there. She had been a wonderful.person, but had been decieved into a wide path. She was so kind, and worldly successful, that I had followed her.

Later I am in a very cluttered place, knowing that I need to leave, so I follow a man who was getting out quickly, but when I tryed to follow him , could not, I went around the clutter, then continued in a car on a road following him quickly, when I got to a sharp turn, I could not make the turn , and my car dove off toward a lake below

Before I could get a prayer out of my mouth, my car went up and flew to safety. The whole time I praised Yah and rejoiced with my friend for his salvation.

I then woke up, realizing, this dream was a reflection of my life. I was seduced into walking a wider path within Christianity , that in everyway, looked good, and all of the things I had wanted could be found there. However, the holiness and laying my own life down, had not been modeled to me because of the mixture we ( American church) had allowed and walked in. Jezabel has held the high places, and we have tolerated her, in ourselves.