Because it’s a rare occurrence, it’s noteworthy and prayerworthy when it happens. I’ve only had two dreams regarding my physical healing that I remember — one occurred when I was pregnant with our third, Raphael (Fall 2017) and the other one happened a couple weeks ago over Memorial Day weekend (2023).
#1:
I awoke from a dream regarding my physical healing on 9/12/17. In the dream I was going through some sort of amusement park with one big roller coaster ride that had many parts with a giant gorilla sitting beside me (symbolic of natural health programs and therapies I’ve tried over the years). Each ride seemed to do something a little different, and I would see different faces (people I knew from different times in my lifetime) as I progressed along. Then, my cart came to a halt at a crossroads before the final part of the ride through a tropical forest. There was a sign that read, “If you want to be healed, you must go alone" and an arrow pointing right. I inherently knew that the gorilla had to get out. Right after the gorilla left, the roller coaster continued and I was healed. After exiting onto the platform, I twirled around for Ricky and asked him if my calves looked bigger! And then I woke.
*I often think of this dream because, man alive, has it been like a roller coaster ride so far!
#2:
I awoke from a dream regarding my physical healing on 5/28/23. In the dream I was sitting in the wheelchair parallel to the left side of the table in Dallas. Theophilus (a friend) was calling to declare Scripture with me. I was fed up and shouted, “I have life!!!” I yelled so violently that I threw myself out of the wheelchair. I stumbled but didn’t care whether I fell or stood. Regaining my balance, I began to walk around the table several times, getting stronger with each loop. I wanted Ricky to be the first to know and secretly walked to his office to surprise him. He was on the phone but had a flabbergasted look of relief. And then I woke.
