I went and locked myself in my room after I finished eating.

God told me to lay back down again, so I closed my curtains and did so.

This time wasn't a really a symbolic dream as much as the other. 

It was in downtown winston on marshall street where that concrete slab/stage is with the concrete stairs the circulate and the creek is which is behind the presbytarian church is.

It was broad daylight, the Sun was out and there were some minor clouds. The clouds were golden and glorious look...
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