325. Dream given to Raymond Aguilera on 21 May 1993.

I just had a dream. I was in this building that did some sort of publishing, from disks to paper, photography, microfilm and things like that. In this dream there was a man, I guess he was a salesman for this company. He looked like he was from India or Pakistan and I guess he worked for a division of that publishing company, and he was allowed to use the equipment there.

Well, the salesman behind the counter was giving the salesman a bad time because he was supposed to be a prophet. This salesman just ignored the clerk, as the clerk kept cracking jokes. I said to myself, "I have to talk to this salesman." For some reason we could not connect in a conversation for he kept doing this and that, and people kept coming around and interrupting. Finally I sat him down and asked him if he was a prophet. He said he was. He was quiet and I looked at his face and told him I was too. I asked him if he had written any prophecies on paper, any that I could read.

Then the next thing I know, I am lying down on this couch, and I have no idea how I got there, but there were some blankets there, and they somehow lifted themselves and covered me. These blankets that moved by themselves started to smother and choke me before I had a chance to do a thing. I couldn't see anything, for the covers went over my head and were stopping me from breathing. But somehow I could still see this salesman watching this happen. I couldn't understand what was going on. So I started to pray with difficulty in tongues. For I understood immediately that I was under attack by this salesman, and started to pray with authority. Then suddenly the blanket disappeared. I woke up startled, not quite sure what had happened. The prophets name was Morie.