Job’s Road

Dream of Job’s Road, Past to Present

    long road During the summer of 2007, I received a dream that God has help me name it as “Job’s Road.”  This dream is a third person narrative.  There is nothing other than thought and observation allowed in this dream.  While ’till this day, I do not fully know what the full meaning of this dream is, some things are quite evident and common sense to understand.  In this dream, I am called to remember my childhood, and the turning point of my life towards Jesus.  It is important to understand that there are wars going on in the heavens over our souls.  This war is for keeps.

I found myself overlooking an area of woodland in the air about a hundred or more feet in the air of what would be a trailer park where I lived when I was between the ages of ten and fourteen.  At this time of overlooking everything, it was only woods and natural beauty.  I never saw the area like this before, because it was already developed when my Mom and Dad moved there.  As I was coming to my senses, I realized that I wasn’t on solid ground and indeed in the air, then I started to hear what would eventually completely fill the what sounded like monks chanting in a stone church.  Only that the humming or chanting was so awesome, it sounded like an orchestra of orchestras, only no music.  It was a beautiful sound of praise and peace combined.

I remember looking towards the mountains in the distance and then my attention was brought automatically back to the area where the trailer park will be.  While sound of an angelic host continued, it somehow softened and then apart from all this a voice began to speak.  It was horrible, scary, and utterly evil.  This voice spoke without form of body or person, it spoke as if the world was it’s microphone.  It asked a very simple question with arrogance and full of pride:

“Do we have an agreement?”

Scared out of my mind and frozen in the air helplessly all I could do is wonder who it was talking to and why.  Not even a few seconds later however another voice spoke in the absolute opposite tone.  His voice was powerful, yet calming and soothing, yet authoritative.  He spoke in a thunderous overpowering:

“Yes, we have an agreement!”

At this very moment, the angelic host of voices chanting raised, and so did the trail court begin to fall into pieces as I remembered it.  The roads laid as if someone rolled it out like carpet, and the trees disappeared as houses and trailers appeared.  I then noticed that there was a boy running from the entrance of the trailer court towards the main residences.  This stretch of road is about a quarter mile long.  This boy looking to be a young teenager was running as though he was running from something.

At that moment, I was taken from the position in the air and flown down beside this boy as he was running; only to find out this boy was me.  I was running with the look of fear on my face as though something was chasing me or maybe after me.

After looking at myself for a few minutes, I wandered why I am seeing this, because this is a time that is no longer, and this portion of my life is gone and past.  Then I woke up in from my sleep, still hearing the angelic host singing, however faded away from my natural ears after a minute or so.


About Ryan Hutzel

Growing up, I have always found dreams to be a gift, even if for fun with no real significant meaning. Now that I am older, I find that preserving these dreams can bring hope to another. After all what is reality, except what we know to be true around us?
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