The Realm of Visions

     People, let me say at this point before I take off to this far off place and show you what I saw there. I want to say that while I am having these dreams, simultaneously in my real world here at that time, I am struggling to understand scriptures and their meaning. And I have more questions than answers because the Preachers and Teachers of The Bible are not helping me much at all because they don't preach or teach on the subjects that I was interested in. My own Pastor would tell me that he was only mandated to Preach and Teach the Gospel of "Christ Jesus" and that was all. Therefore, all the hard work about prophecies was left for me to dig up on my own. And for someone who grew up with no knowledge of the Bible, that was hard to do. Further, at that time my wife had just bought herself a computer and I didn't know how to access it and she held me prisoner for a while. Thus, when I went to sleep, these dreams would come to me and leave me equally as puzzled, and I was left to learn how to access the Internet for my information. So now you know how I felt after having these dreams. And when I related these dreams to the Preachers, they couldn't help me decipher them. Hence, with no more delay..., here is the dream. And please be advised, that I will not comment or analyze this dream. I will only reference viewers to Ezekiel chapters 40 through 48, and Zechariah 12 through 14. The Rabbis who read this will know right away what this vision is. So, as the curtains are lifted up to this dream, and presents a great panoramic scene unfolding before my eyes, I see a bright sunny morning because the dream is in beautiful Techni-Color. And as I look into this wide screen some more, I see myself walking from South to North in a vast desert by myself. And as far as the eyes can see, there is no one out there only me. As I look on some more, I see that I am only wearing Levi blue jean pants; no shirt and no shoes. And as I walk there is nothing on my mind only to just keep walking forward. Then as I walk I notice and I feel the warm sand almost burying my feet as I journey. I never looked up to the sky or to the left or right, I just kept walking and never asked myself any question about why am I here again. Then as I had walked further ahead I noticed that the ground had become solid rock bed and almost the same color as the sand. And I did find that to be strange, but, I kept walking north. And then as I walked I saw a tiny cut out sliver in the rock bed about two inches deep by two inches wide running paralleled to me and it was on my left side. And there was crystal clear cool water running in this tiny stream and moving north too. And here I did stop, not to drink water, but because I had to ask myself, where did this water come from because it wasn't there before. But after that brief delay I kept walking. But this time I stopped again because I felt someone was staring at me from behind and so I turned to see who or what it was. And after I had turned to look behind me, I saw three dark skinned men like me standing far behind me wearing only blue jeans. So I stood there just looking at them with nothing on my mind other than wondering why are they just standing there? Then the man in the middle walks up to me and asked, "Ruben, can I walk with you." And I looked at him and said okay and we both began to walk north again. Then I recall him talking and telling me things but I couldn't remember a thing he said to me. And as we walked on, I had to stop again because up ahead and to my right were more dark skinned men in blue jeans on only and they were either putting up a colorful tent or taking it down. All I remember about this part was that the men had in their hands and arms shining silver or aluminum looking poles in them. And then they were gone, they disappeared. So I kept walking and then noticed that the tiny stream of water was bigger and wider and almost a foot wide by a foot deep. But I thought nothing of it and kept moving. Then way over ahead of us and too the left, I saw the Tent again and it was fully standing up and no one around it. Oh, and as a note, the other two men are always close behind us. The tent was not a big tent but small. To me it seemed like fifteen or seventeen feet wide, by thirty feet deep, and seven or eight feet high. And this tent had a gable style roof to it. Like I said, there was no one around the tent and when I first saw the entry door, it was facing south and the flap to the entry was closed. The colors to the tent seemed like a brick red and black and white and yellow colors. And as I walked up to the front of the tent I stopped and just looked at it. Then the man with me asked me if I wanted to go inside the tent and I said yes. And no sooner that I said yes, the flap to its entry opened up by itself and let us in. And as I walked in, the flap closed behind fast and it was pitched black dark in there. But I felt myself slowly walking deeper inside the tent and then somewhere in the middle of the tent to the top left side on the ceiling I saw daylight coming in through a flap in the roof and so I reached to cover it again. But a hand of a man slapped my right hand hard and like telling me don't touch  that and then the hand covered the flap. And then it was dark again. But then a flap to a door at the north end of the tent opened by itself and I walked out at that end. And when I did, I had to look at my feet because I felt them wet. And as I looked at them, there was this crystal clear cool water flowing out the entire doorway and it was about a foot deep. And as I looked up further ahead of us I saw two mountain ranges and this water at my feet was flowing outward between them. The whole setting was no longer a desert here, but it seemed a tropical jungle. And then as I walked ahead in this wide creek it got wider and deeper as I walked on. I walked in this river now until the water was waist deep, when I saw an older man and a younger man walking ahead of me and the waters were at their shoulders, so I stopped when the waters were at my chest. And as I looked at the old man and the young one side by side ahead of me I yelled at them to get out. I yelled and yelled at them to stop because the river had turned to a sea and that if they kept going forward they were gonna drown. But they didn't listen and disappeared under water. But I told the man with me that I was getting out before I drowned and I banked on the north side of the river. And as I stood there looking at the green trees on the south side of the river and the north side, I noticed fishermen on both sides of the banks of this huge river. And all of them wore only blue jeans. And then the man appears again by my right side and asked me as I stood next to a fisherman who had cast his fishing line out, "Ruben, would you like to be a fisherman too?" And then I looked behind him and I saw a gigantic wide Waterfall appear. And the waters flowed down like thundering rolling cumulus clouds and poured into this river in front of it that ran east to west. And far to the west on that north range of this mountain was another waterfall. And that waterfall poured into the west side of the sea too. I have to say that it was extra ordinarily beautiful to stand next to this majestic Waterfall. And after I left the Tent, there were no more Tents, only this great Waterfall to the North and that Mountain from where it came from. And when I finally answered the man's question, I said, "No, I don't want to be a fisherman, I just want to go home!" Going home for me meant, let me die please! Here this great dream ends and I am grateful to my "God," the "God" of the great Moses, who stops to visit with some peon like me from time to time because I ask so many questions. And then shows me this! I'll close now and say, Let's sleep on that. Thanks again Bloggers, I'll see you again soon.                                                                                                                                                                                                                  Respectfully,                                                                                                                                           Ruben N. Gutierrez