I dreamed that I prayed for a younger girl who had died. She was already in some kind of covered thing – not a casket. And, God raised her right up. It was almost as if He did it just cause I prayed for her.
Then, we were at a big church leaving service, and I saw a dude with hurt left leg. I asked to pray for him. He was in big pain. He didnt want to at first but then said that I could. So, I bent down and put my hands on his knee and ankle and prayed.
Just then, a bald dude was standing near us talking real loud on his cell phone. I yelled over to him to hush down, and he gave me a hard time. Then, I stood up and told him that his tongue would be frozen for a time.
Laura rebuked me right in front of everyone, and it made me mad. I told her not to do that.
And, I was thinking in my heart that if she did, she would spend some time apart from me. When I looked back down, I was praying over an artificial leg from the calf down. The dude walked away on one leg.
I woke up feeling prideful.