The River in the Prison

[thephnxman]

"The prophet that hath a dream, let him tell a dream..."

I was in a prison cell: and I soon discovered that although the cell doors
ere all closed, they were also ALL unlocked! I stopped one of the guards
that were keeping watch, and told him if he could answer a question…he
said yes. As I spoke with the guard, I found that the guards HAD to answer
any of our questions! I then asked him why all the cell doors were unlocked,
and he said, “Because we don’t have the keys.” I thought to myself, “Then
I am able to leave this cell!”

I opened the cell door, and the guard offered no resistance. I proceeded
down a hall that led me to very large “yard”. I noticed that there was a wall
around the yard, about nine or ten feet high. There were men milling around
the yard; it seemed like they were just going in circles, It made no sense to
me. Then I saw it.

It was a river: it seemed to come out from one side of the wall, run through
the yard and disappeared under another wall opposite to the one in which
the river first appeared. I begin to question the men who were milling around,
and they told me to be very careful: it seemed that every man who went into
the waters never came back out!

As I began to examine the river (it was clear as glass), I didn’t see any
obstructions as it entered the one prison wall, nor as it exited the other. I
kept hearing the men yelling at me to be careful. And I dove into the river,
under the waters, and out to the other side of the prison walls.

As I surfaced, I found that if I got out of the river, I would still be subject
to the prison, for a desert surrounded the prison. So I floated down the
river, and it became a waterfall that formed an enormous lake. The lake was
overfilled and it formed a new river.

I saw men that had previously been inside the prison walls, swimming to the
edge of the lake: they did not want to swim and continue into the new river;
they had been swimming in the lake and grew tired. So they swam to the
shore, where they were immediately taken into custody by other, more
sinister guards. I said, “Why Lord?” The Voice told me that they thought
they were free, but they were supposed to have remained in the waters of
the river until they reached their destinations.

I was told (by the Voice) that the men who swam to shore were taken to
another prison; one that had no walls, but was surrounded by an ocean.

"...and he that hath my word, let him speak my word faithfully."