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Challenge of the Week LXVIII
Share the best or worst dream you ever had. This challenge must receive at least 50 entries by March 27, 2018. If it does, then Prose will spotlight one winner and nine finalists on our landing page, newsletter, and social media. Winners determined by the Prose team based on writing skill and creative edge.
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AlSalehi in Dreams

My Heavenly Father

So I asked my heavenly father how will I continue with no Currency?

He said to me:

“You only need my word

and those who are looking for me will find me through my word.”

“Your brothers and sisters will join you like before and you will be together and you will be familiar.”

“They will know you through your touch and sound.

They will hear my voice through yours and they will remember.”

“They will offer you their Radiance.

There is no Currency greater than this, for your voice is as a result of my breath and my breath is the creator

of all things.”

“Help to unify the lives of your brothers and sisters.

Improve.”

“Bring no other name

before or after my own.

Bring no symbol in my name that would create division from my word.”

“Tell them that we started this race together and that I am waiting

to finish it with them.

It is not about how well you end the race but about how you conducted yourself during the race.

This whole day at the park was to spend time with me.”

“Don't forget your purpose.

Don't forget your way back home.

I am waiting here for you

with open arms.”

A true and detailed account of a message that was given to me after a dream where I was taken to other worlds sitting on the big toe of our creator. A seemingly telepathic non-religious force that had an access pass to all places and an answer to all things. I saw myself asleep as we traveled to an apocalyptic world where people made of stone and lava roamed the land with hate. We also travelled to a utopia where people traveled by holding hands while yawning with a golden glow.

Finally, I was shown triangle where other worlds and experiments before us had been set and categorized. He explained that as we became more pure in each rendition and yet as a result we had less ability to see him. As the others who had moth-like wings and thin bodies could zip through fabrics of time and see him clearly, but they were not what he was looking for. Thus faith became an unplanned necessity. Awaken but asleep, I had an opportunity to take a stroll through the universe (with some help from above).

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