Dreams (My mom and my interpretation)

I was in a big crowd of people, more like a “gathering” of people.  Everyone was standing around just kinda of talking, chatting.  We were outside somewhere.  It seems there were some trees, but not woods and not really buildings per say. 

Then you appeared next to me.  You had no shirt on and you were all sweaty.  You kind of hugged me, but were distressed.  I was kind of shocked that you were standing in front of me, as you were in Africa.  I asked how you got there, although I knew God had put you there!  You didn’t really respond to my question, but started telling me something and then began to pass me by, telling everyone “You don’t understand.  You need to listen to me”  You were very distressed and were almost  straining to get your words out.  You began moving around in the crowd kinda of talking “at” people, not directly to anyone.  And as people started noticing you they were kind of amused.  I don’t know that they were actually laughing “at you”, but they were just so non chalet and kinda of “hey look at that guy, he’s really funny”, like they were amused by you.  I could not say for sure that you really knew any one there.  But there was a sense that their were others there that knew you. 

You were straining and yelling “you need to listen to me!!!  You don’t understand, they are laughing at you!!” 

I got the sense that the “they” that were laughing at them almost meant like they were “spiritual beings”.  I remember thinking “who are they?  And if it is really them (meaning Spiritual beings, or maybe even Angels?)  why would they be laughing at Gods people?  They should be here to help them.”  But then I also got the sense that they were referring to the others on your team(s).

And you were moving through the crowd pleading, screaming, yelling, weeping “You don’t understand!! You have to listen to me!!  You are being laughed at!”

I also got the feeling that you were so fearful that these people were going to DIE if they did not WAKE UP!!

Then you had an idea.  You said that you knew how to get them to listen to you.  Then there seem to be a few other people with you.  They must have been standing quietly in the background.  You all moved through the crowd silently.  You went up to a building that was kind of open, like a pavilion at a park.  It had a roof on it and maybe just one wall that is were you all began to set things up.  There was a set of drums, though not sure who was there, if anyone at all.  You in front of that with your guitar.  Then there was a group of 3 or 4 nice wooden chairs that were sitting further up in front, like middle of a stage. 

Then out walked the Bishop boys!  They each were carrying an instrument that was made out of wood 6 ” wide, an inch or 2 thick, about 4′ long, but they were a bit curved.  The wood had what appeared to be Christmas type bells on them (like round jiggle bells, kind of large).  They all sat down in the chairs silently, chairs facing the front. 

You all began playing some beautiful soothing music.  I could not make out the music and you all were singing something.  I came to sit up by the stage and listen to you all.  I was feeling peaceful.  Then others started walking up to listen.  I then was sitting on the cement floor and trying to lift myself up (from my backside) into a chair.  It was really hard for me to do because I seemed to be really small then.  I struggled to get on it as others started crowding in around me.  The crowd seemed to be excited and listening, but they were very pleasant and calm. 

When you all finished playing your song, everything just sort of fizzled away, the crowd was gone.  You were standing there saying quietly “I don’t think they even heard me or, I don’t think they were really listening.  And you seemed sad, or maybe disillusioned.