💢Oil Flowing💢

Date: 3/23/2020

I wake up in my dream. I'm sitting up in my bed in my school apartment, except the building is gone. It's just my bed and a few pieces of my future. The entire building and all its walls are just gone. I'm confused. Then I remember/am reminded that Bishop Dag Heward Mills is having an event soon and I need to go. Next scene: I'm at the event and it's about to begin. There is a huge stage outdoors in a large field. As Bishop waits for them to finish preparing the stage, he walks around greeting people briefly. I call out to him, he acknowledges me. We talk briefly. I say something like "We've met before, but briefly and I'm sure you don't remember me." He nods distractingly and moves on to talk to other people. I walk away pondering on what I could have said better, why the conversation went the way it did. As I'm thinking about our brief conversation, an African man, who is under Bishop Dag, soon approaches me from behind/beside and asks if he may lay hands and pray for me, I never see his face. I glanced at LP Antoinette who was standing nearby, who nodded with approval, encouraging me to accept the offer. I accepted his offer and he lays two full hands on my head, one on my forehead and one on top my hair. As he begins praying in the spirit, I begin to feel as I do when hands are layed in real life; I feel weak at the knees and and a wave of something pushes through me, gently but powerfully. I sit to be safe. At some point, I check myself to be sure I'm not faking anything, so I try to stand and cannot stand, confirming I'm not faking anything. He continues to pray. I begin to feel oil pouring down from my head. I don't believe he is physically pouring anything, since both his hands are layed on my head, nonetheless, I feel a lot of oil flowing down my head, a lot. It soon gathers around my chin so I reach to my chin and wipe the oil from around my mouth/chin. I reach my left hand out and squeeze my hand to get the oil off and the oil just gushes out like it's coming from 20 oilives or more, it's just flowing, way more is coming from my hand than I had wiped from my chin. Dream ends. Side note: the laying of hands, oil pouring down my head, and the oil from my hand all felt very real. I can recall the feeling.