I dreamed that Jack Nicklaus gave me a very special bottle of whiskey. It had an amazing legacy.
I gave it to my father to take home or something for me. When I got there, it had tipped over and half spilled out. I lick it off of the table.
He had tried it. It was kinda sweet.
Then I gave it to my sone to take a swig of.
Jack = John = “God is gracious”; Golden bear. Glory
Greatest of all time. I believe He is God.
Whiskey = “spirits”
God gave me a sweet and special spirit. My dad didnt necessarily embrace it as I have tried to share. I lost half of the anointing and tried to get it all back on my own so that I could pass it onto the next generation.
I am asking the LORD to give me a barrel in its place.