Dream #12 - November 25, 2023: THE HARVEST BEFORE THE STORM

In this dream, I was part of a small group of people assembled at the edge of a large wheat/barley field.  It seemed like 7-10 people…it started out more like 7 people, but I believe a few more straggled in after we already got started.  We were standing around the owner of the field, who was a dark-haired man who looked to be in His 30s. He looked like the man who portrays King David in The Chosen series’ flashback scenes.  We all had on contemporary casual work clothes, including the King who owned the field – jeans, t-shirts, loose button-down shirts, etc. The owner of the field was a friend of mine in this dream, actually, a friend of all of us who were assembled there.  He had called each of us because He needed help harvesting His field of grain.  Though there was a sense that He is a King, we didn’t feel like we were there for compulsory labor as slaves or servants.  Rather, we were there to help a friend who needed us, to work alongside Him instead of under Him.  He wasn’t dressed differently from us – He had on grungy distressed jeans, a t-shirt (gray or faded black), & work boots & gloves.  The only thing that distinguished Him from the rest of us was a baseball cap that had a royal emblem on the front.   Yet there was a sense of being directed by Him, and the promise of a reward for all who were working with Him. 

He had already started cutting down sheaves in some parts of the field by the time we got there.  He said “Hey guys! Thanks for coming out here.  I need you guys to help me speed up this harvesting process so I can clear all my grain from the field before the storm rolls in.  I need it cut & put in bushels & stacked in the storehouse, ‘cause I don’t want the rain, hail, & wind to ruin my crop.  Otherwise, it would be a total loss. So we need to move as fast as we can to get this cut, gathered, & cleared off”. It was a warm, balmy day, that felt like the transition period into or out of summer, because it wasn’t oppressively hot.  This was partly due to the massive dark gray storm front that I saw on the horizon to my left and behind the King of the field (Lord of the Harvest), pushing a light breeze our way that became gradually stronger to become wind.  There was sunlight dappling the field, but some clouds were beginning to pass over the sun at times, so that it wasn’t blazing & beating down on us.  The King of the field began cutting more wheat with his sickle, in the section where He was standing, while at the same time, directing each of us to different sections of the field as the next priority to either bundle and load up sheaves where He had already cut down, or to put the sickle to the grain in areas that hadn’t been cut yet. We were moving with a swiftness. I was hustling, forming & loading bundles from the different cutting sites. We were working non-stop cutting, bundling sheaves, and loading them into the truck bed for transport to the storehouse.

We managed to get the grain cleared from the field, loaded up, and delivered with time to spare, before the storm broke.  When we finished, we were standing with the owner of the field, who was surveying the cleared field & saying “whew! Good work guys! Good day’s work!” as He was high-fiving all of us.  He sounded like the way Yeshua, Jesus, portrayed in The Chosen sounded in Season 2 Episode 1, when He was commending James & John for clearing, plowing, & planting a neglected field in 1 day in Samaria, saying “Excellent work my boys!”.  The field owner continued, saying “We have a little time left to spare, so we can all go get something to eat, my treat”. So we walked out of the field to the side of the road, on the sidewalk, where we all boarded a trolley. 

The trolley took us into a quaint, trendy downtown with a beachy Spanish colonial vibe, with rows of 3-4 story pastel or white stucco or painted brick townhouse-style buildings. They had gift shops, boutiques, restaurants/cafes, ice cream parlors, & smoothie/juice-bars on the ground level. This part of town was still sunny with blue skies, and was landscaped with palms, palmettos, & hot-pink blooming oleander.   It was a very relaxed vibe when deciding where to eat.  The Master of the Field was asking “Alright guys, what does everyone want to eat? Mexican, Japanese, Italian, Mediterranean, American? Let’s decide.” It wasn’t shown where we ended up eating.  The dream fast-forwarded to after the meal & I had a knowledge that I had eaten something light & fresh but filling, along the order of a Greek or Mediterranean salad & grilled chicken..  We all broke out into smaller groups  & pairs to go check out different shops & boutiques after He had taken us to a cafe for lunch. I was in a souvenir shop with a couple of others from the group - a girl I went to high school with who had been on the drill team and her bearded lumberjack-looking husband.  I was showing them a piece of jewelry I was considering buying as I was waking up.