I was brought to the side of a long stretch of road on a clear and bright night in an old black car. Uniformed men patrolled up and down the road trying to make sense of the sight before them. Hundreds of lions, 22 male and rest obviously female lay along the road either dead or extremely apathetic. Their cubs had been killed and they were forced out of Eden where someone had usurped the throne. Behind me a felt a powerful presence, but I could not turn around to look at it. Instead I watched the face of a patrolman who looked over my shoulder at the villain, which began to shift and stretch downward. An incredible power surged through me, dangerously intoxicating. A narrator explained what was happening (I believe the narrator was myself), and as the man's face contorted and melted into an unrecognizable and horrific mess, I named the power behind me: Desire. Immediately the intoxicating feeling left me for emptiness and exposure, and I sat up out of bed with my arms extended(though I believe this was still a dream). I then fell back into the dream and felt the power of what I believe was God. This power was not "pleasant", but good and lasting. Again I sat up and reached forward (again, still asleep), frightened and full of prayer.
Driving through the English countryside I see cliffs and naturally made tunnels and overpasses in the shade. We thought of stopping for a picnic.
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