Doves,
I have been reading this site regularly for about a year. I am disappointed by the fact that everyone's dreams that have been posted have had an attempt at interpretation...everyone's except mine. I posted my dream about Damascus on January 22, and not one person replied or remarked about it. I am still hoping someone might have insight into the dream. I've reposted it below:

"On January 18th, I had a dream about Damascus. I was on a bus and heading into a gate of a walled city, a city that I knew I should be running away from, not towards. I looked around and saw people going about life. I was so concerned about the people in the streets, which seemed oblivious to what I knew was coming. The street scene looked like one from an Arab village, stone houses, narrow pathways, people on foot or bike going every direction. It was dusk and I CLEARLY heard/knew the name of the city: Damascus. I ran about, trying to get people to flee with me. In the end, I was only able to gather three people, two of them personal friends here in the US that I know are not right with Christ (they know of Him, but are living for themselves right now.) I do not recall the identity of the third person. We all were able to escape out of the walled entrance in the nick of time, as no harm fell on us, but I knew that destruction was coming on the city in the next instant.

I woke up and immediately, I thought of Isaiah 17. Funny thing is, I hadn't thought of that passage consciously any time recently, and I have NEVER had a dream about Damascus, or any foreign land before." I had a strong feeling the destruction would be fiery in nature.

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I have some more dreams, as recently as this morning, and I'll share that here hoping for any insight:

In the dream this morning, Jesus "arrived" from a great distance and was so large that the world could see him in the air. He had flowing golden brown hair and the most peaceful blue eyes. His arms were outstretched and he had sandals on his feet. He began calling people's names to come home. I watched as people began to "fly" to him. I did not notice if everyone went or just those whose names I heard him call, because my eyes were fixed on him and I did not look around. I did not hear my own name, and this concerned me, thinking I must not have really been saved. But then I felt drawn to him and lifted off the ground and began to float towards him. I then woke up with praise hymns in my head, most notably "Trust and Obey".

In another dream a few weeks ago, which still sticks with me like it was yesterday, I was in a city on the coast. On the beach, to be precise. I instinctively knew there was a tsunami coming, and I yelled warning to all who would listen before I escaped inside a tall building which happened to be nearby. I ran up to the 8th floor (I vividly remember this number) and looked out the stairwell windows towards the crashing waves and rising waters. I grieved as people were swept away. I also watched as the waters rose to just below my widow sill. That's seven floors...at least 70 feet! It then stabilized, and I woke up with the feeling that this is actually going to happen. And soon.

CyanSquirrel