A Dream of Intercession

Written verbatim, as narrated by the dreamer.

Dated 30 August 2025

I was in a classroom, a student among white students. When new students entered the classroom, the boys seated to my right bullied them. Watching this made me feel sad. If the new students didnt fit in, these boys chanted, “evil day, evil day.” They folded papers into horseshoe-like shapes, like pointed objects meant to harm people, and threw them at the newcomers.

As I watched this, I thought to myself that these people don’t truly know what they are doing or how harmful the chant “evil day” really is. So I sat there and decided, God, I will pray. While they continued, I choose to sit quietly and pray for them.

In front of me, I could see papers and boards stuck on the walls and as I sat there, I began to pray:

“Lord, please open their spiritual eyes. When their spiritual eyes are opened, they will know the difference between good and evil. Once they understand that difference, they will become good. They will know You, Lord. They will know the goodness of the Lord.”

At the same time, I think that if I keep praying like this, I might get bored after a few days because I won’t see any immediate change. If there are no visible results, it would be boring, and I know I would feel sad as well. Still, I told myself that I have confident faith—that God will do it one day.

So while those boys continued their behavior, I remain seated and prayed.

As I prayed, I prophetically came to know what was about to happen. I suddenly knew that lightning was going to strike inside the classroom. Then I heard myself speaking a testimony that I would give in the future: “I saw the lightning strike inside the classroom.”

While I heard this and was praying, it actually happened. On the front side of the classroom I saw it strike at the right end. The sound was incredibly loud—so loud that my ears rang for a considerable amount of time from the thunderous noise. The lightning was white in color. Even after I woke up, the sound lingered; my ears rang and ached from the thunder I heard in the dream.

My prayer was not long; it didn't take much time at all. It wasn't boring in any way. Instead, I cried out loud at the goodness of God. I even thought to myself, Won’t my mom come out of her room if she hears me crying this loud?

Then I heard the sound of a TV news telecast in my ear saying, “In 0.35 seconds, this lightning went to Netherland.” At first, I thought, it should have destroyed the entire classroom and these boys. But instead, it went to the nether “world,” as interpreted by me, the dreamer.

Then I said, God is so good.