(Edited by sister Cheryl Lowe.)
In this dream, I am led by my sister to an administration office of a prison. It seems that she had already arranged a deal (or come to an understanding) there to procure a certain kind of card for me. I had no knowledge of what was to come. I was not even aware that we were going to the prison.
In real life, my sister is very dear to me. She is always caring and helpful. I can always trust her exclusively, knowing that she has my best interest in her heart. So even though she seems to be demanding this of me in the dream, I would certainly follow her without asking questions.
I am surprised to find out that she enjoys great favor from the people there at the prison. To me, she is just my sister. But I now realize that she is an important person to them- evidently she is very successful and influential in their circles.
In an office room behind the open foyer area, an officer who seems to be in charge of the place rises up to the front window to greet her. Apparently he is thrilled to see her. Another one, a clerk, who works in the open area circled by counters also comes up to greet her. It appears that they feel greatly honored to have my sister coming to their place. My sister is always gracious. But somehow, in the dream, she is not acting like my real sister; she is more like someone of influence with a good heart.
After the head officer processed her payment (maybe $6,000?), he called the clerk for help. The guy realizes that the arrangements had already been made. With a sense of acknowledgement, he jokes about it:”I just have to seal this, right?” The head officer and my sister just smile back at him. He then begins to work with me to process the necessary paper work.
Caught in the activity, but having no specific knowledge of any of the details of what is happening, I feel a bit fearful. The place is supposed to press charges for folks like me, someone without personal identification paperwork. I am not to the point of terrified, however. I remember that I had to answer a call with my cell phone. The person called persistently and asked where I was-I could not tell him because I didn’t want to say: “in a prison (jail),” afraid that he might get the wrong impression…
The clerk is very friendly. I am quite apprehensive to give them my home address. As my sister is standing aside and watching, I decide to take it on good faith and give it to him. He had to scratch things out several times to get my home address right because I didn’t want to correct him with misspellings, hoping he would go ahead with the wrong address. Eventually I literally give him word by word my hometown name ( just as it is in real life now). I had to speak loudly and clearly with every word for him to get it all transliterated from Chinese to English.
After that they hand me a card. It looks like a credit card. They begin to explain to my sister and me about it’s usage. I am relieved now to hear that certain policy has just come out for such a practice, meaning that what we are doing here is not illegal. The card falls just a bit short of an ID for real citizenship. I can use it for all kinds of purposes, even to pay taxes, just that I am not officially recognized as a citizen yet. That’s all there is to it. I am apprehensive as I hear all this, weighing my options of what to do with this and with my sister – I would turn it down if it wasn’t legal because I don’t want to do things in a crooked way anymore. I am now following the Lord and His ways.
She kept me in the dark, so during the process I had a sense of secrecy. But I was wrong. There is, however, a sense of special favor. I realize that I am one of the first (maybe the very first) to be benefited by such a practice. The “secretive” part is that it was arranged either ahead of others, or ahead of it’s effective time. I’m not sure exactly.
Now many of my “folks” – some are actually from my home town, begin to gather around to celebrate the occasion. They are hugging me and making fun of me. The officers and my sister rejoice with us- evidently they are impressed by the affection and good nature we are showing toward one another. It seems that my folks are a different crowd from the circle of my sister’s life, which is strange.
After woke up, I asked the Lord whether this dream was from Him. He shared with me that my sister would represent His special people who are coming into my life for help. She is a picture of His church. I will need more clarity on this.
The prison is evidently speaking of the church system (good or bad). But this might have to do with my real life situation as well. I am not sure.