I had a dream a few weeks ago. It was very short but has stuck with me every day since. To be honest, I don't know why I haven't posted the details yet. I guess I've been replaying it over and over again in my head trying to figure it all out.
I was in an airport and walked to my gate to wait for the plane to depart. There were two guys at the gate also waiting to board the same plane. Oddly enough, they were dressed in karate uniforms or 'Gi'. These are the typical karate outfits with the baggy top and the signature thick belts around the waist. One of them was Caucasian and the other was Asian. Don't know why I need to mention that, other than the need to disclose all details.
So these two guys approached me and kindly, yet bluntly, told me they believed in the power of healing and asked if they could pray for me. Knowing full-well that you do whatever martial art experts tell you to do, I quickly agreed. Each of them put one hand on my shoulder and one hand on my back.
Feeling somewhat silly to interrupt these kind gentlemen, I stopped them and said, "Um, just so you know... if you are going to pray for my healing, you should know that I have a brain tumor. Maybe you could pray specifically for that."
They removed their hands from my shoulders and back, and put their hands on my head and neck. They began praying silently and I could feel a great peace come over my body. It was a very comforting feeling.
There were no words spoken after this moment.
The two guys took their hands off my head and neck and looked at each other as though they had both encountered the same experience, or some type of mutual understanding. Then they both looked at me.
When they looked at me I understood 2 things:
- I understood they both knew what was going to happen to me. They didn't hint that I would be healed or that I would die, but it was certain they knew the final outcome of this brain tumor.
- I understood that I could not ask them the outcome. Even if I did ask, they were not going to tell me.
Then I woke up.

