i know how it ends

We were being kidnapped on a very large plane. It was an extra wide super jet. It was so comfortable taking off. Just like a whisper. It was so big and stable that it felt like we were on Earth. But we weren't. We were traveling. Kidnapped in style as it were. Going where we knew not. No control. But I wasn't worried. Because I knew how it would end. I knew the end would be good. I never felt controlled by the kidnappers. I felt compassion for them as well.

I felt responsibility for the spiritual atmosphere in Kingston somehow. That was where my focus should be.

Healing

Liam was trying to learn to play an instrument but was just squeaking. Someone told him to think about the some his mother loved. A song of healing.
After work we were trying to get to a park, maybe to exercise. Graydon was there with his bike. I was going to take a bike as well, but first I had to transport a bunch of things from my car to another car. There was a sick lady lying on her size and we had to transport her as well.
There was an owl and a nest of baby birds. The owl ate the nest but there was a baby bird in the mouth of the owl still calling, not seeing the danger. Not that seeing the danger would have changed anything. But it was an odd image to have.

I can handle it

In my dream I had to keep track of all these people and people were doubting that I could do it but I knew that I could.

It was Sunday and Church was starting but I had to leave and I was walking south and there was a parking lot full of water. I was wearing my boots so I was checking on the cars how high the water was to see if my boots would make it through and trying to decide if I would go through. But I decided to go around and headed north to find a better route over.

Ah-leh-lu-ya

There was a child in the hospital but it was not James. Brian Abrams was there.