Tales of Holy Land: The child’s buggy and my strange dream

For a while now I often start to get strange dreams, and some of them often tended to have some genuine significance. So in 2011 while I was living in Israel I decided to start writing them down, to then see later if any of these has any useful value.

Back in 2011 I got a dream about seeing a child’s pushchair (stroller to my American friends) going down a hill. I am not sure why. This is a Google maps glimpse of the street I used to live on in Jerusalem Israel.

As I’m a evangelical Christian who believes in gifts of the Holy Spirit. (1 Corinthians 14:1 ) To be honest, back then I didn’t really ask for any special ability. Living in this part of the world had some unusual challenges, and I’m just going to try and share something I experienced back then.

One day, around February 2013, I was going up this exact street where I lived to work, or it might of been a weekend – straight ahead on the right was a woman with the boot (trunk) of a SUV. She was packing some stuff away. She also didn’t put the brake on the child’s pushchair.

I’m walking my bike up this hill – actually I don’t remember if this was a week day or a weekend. I don’t think it was on any of the Jewish holidays. I come face to face with an infant on a pushchair coming down the road at me.

I managed to throw my bike onto the ground and grab the pushchair and stop it without the child being thrown forward.

I saw the woman with the car, silently mouth ‘oh my God’ as I held the pushchair and just quietly told her she should be more careful. I wonder why I had a dream of something that could of nearly been a tragedy.

A few other odd things have happened since that I’ll share another time.

(Note: made slight edit, as I got the years wrong)