What I can remember is this.
I was looking up at the sky. I was all alone in this open area, but I knew where I was. I was in Haiti. I look at the ground and I'm standing in a muddy area in the middle of this tent village. I look to my right and I see these babies lying in the mud. I instantly scoop them up and take them to grassy land. I clean them somehow and look back. When I look back, I am amazed. I see women with children just flooding to where I was. They're speaking to me, but I can't understand. I do know that they trust me because they are handing me their children left and right. I'm cleaning them up and taking them to grassy land. Doing all that I can do to keep up with all the children. Then I wake up.
When I wake up, it's like I'm still there. Half asleep, I am feeling around for the children.
Now, like I said, I'm not one to think much of dreams. But this one has me tore up! What does it mean? Does it mean anything? I just don't know. I go back to sleep and that's that.
I'm reading through Psalms right now. On Wednesday morning, I opened my Bible to this: