Black Christian Mind

Receiving Dreams from God is “Crazy,” But Trusting the Godless is Sane – God Showed Me How Food Kills
by Sabrina Dawkins

Through dreams God showed me that my arteries were clogged. And when I got confused by the dreams, he even gave me a waking vision of arteries connected to and around the heart that were filled presumably with fat; though I’m not sure why the fat was a clear color. Maybe he was both showing me that my arteries were filled with fat and also that I needed to clear the fat out of them.

In my late 30s, I did not know that I was on my way to a heart attack or stroke. I started having heart palpitations and assumed it was due to an allergic reaction to a food I was consuming. But when the palpitations continued after I stopped consuming the foods that I thought were triggering them, I became concerned.

In a dream, God showed me chewed-up bread in the shape of an egg and mixed with garlic. The egg-shaped, chewed-up bread was drizzled with raw egg yolk swirled around it. I had been consuming a lot of eggs at the time; I have since stopped eating them. In the dream, Lauryn Hill was about to eat the egg-shaped garlic bread with raw egg yolk wrapped around it at what appeared to be something similar to her “I Get Out” MTV Unplugged concert. She was sitting in a chair in front of an audience, playing the guitar. I have figured it out: The garlic bread was to make the yolk from the many eggs I had been eating “get out” of my arteries.

Maybe six months before I even realized there was a problem, I was given a dream in which my mom told me that she had high blood pressure. At the time, I didn’t think much of it, but now I realize that God was showing me that I had high blood pressure and that it was genetic.

But also in another dream, I was in my house next to the stove that I was given from my grandparents’ old house—my mother’s parents. It is an old stove, and now only two burners out of four still work. Greasy sausage and eggs were cooking in a pan on an eye of the stove that in real life no longer works, but in the dream it still worked. My grandfather died of a heart attack in the hospital. My grandmother cooked for him and the family on that stove. The burner that no longer works in real life but was cooking sausage and scrambled eggs in the dream was used to indicate that over time the heart stops working as a result of the arteries being filled with too much cholesterol plaque. My uncle, my mother’s brother, died in the hospital yesterday, November 12, 2020. He had been suffering from diabetes and heart problems.

I assumed from the earlier dream that I needed to eat a lot of bread in order to get the plaque out of my arteries, but after a short time of first eating store-bought bread and then making my own unleavened break from 100% whole wheat flour and eating rolled oats, I experienced allergic reactions. So this confirmed what I have long suspected, that I am allergic to gluten. But what would I eat to supplement my diet? I couldn’t eat only low Glycemic Index vegetables. And too much fruit would raise my blood sugar too high.

Since diabetes runs in my family on my mother’s side, I assumed I was allergic to gluten, but a recent dream told me that I have a gluten intolerance, and that as long as I keep my portion size low—maybe a single slice of bread or less a day—I wouldn’t have the adverse reactions I’d been experiencing. In the dream, my mother told me to eat one “oatmeal cookie” a day. In the dream, I bit into a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and ate all of it except the last bite, to show me that I must eat it in moderation. Because of that dream, I now make a 100% whole wheat and rolled oats bread patty made with half a cup of whole wheat flour and rolled oats mixture. I add water and a banana to it and cook three dough patties at a time in a pan on the stove burner as pancakes. The banana and oats give it its airiness; I don’t use yeast. I eat one a day with three chopped-up apples and maybe 12 or less crumbled pecans.

In the dream, there was honey and jelly on the kitchen counter in the corner. Now in real life, I drizzle some honey over the top of the chopped apples and nuts—but not too much. This dream showed that I need honey in moderation to help clear my arteries. It also showed that fruit is like jelly, and too much can spike my blood sugar, which is why the jelly was shown next to the honey, and the oatmeal, whole wheat flour, and banana patties were referred to as “cookies.” Furthermore, I should only eat fruit with nuts and whole wheat bread to prevent it from raising my blood sugar too high, hence the peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

While I did have a dream showing me that a small, like, shot glass or less of honey is enough each day and that a single banana a day is enough, I am still not sure about the appropriate amount of whole wheat flour and rolled oats to consume. At this point I consume a half a cup. But maybe even a little less would be ideal.

I was shown in a dream a small restaurant or deli, and in it was a huge mountain of dark greens. There was a person making sandwiches, but I wasn’t eating gluten at the time, so instead I got a salad. My salad consisted of dark greens mostly and two of those greasy, over-seasoned restaurant grilled chicken breasts in the middle, but I was only going to eat one chicken breast. Beside the greasy stacked chicken breasts, there was a yellow, sweet fat substance; I assume it represented the salad dressing, but it looked like pure, clumpy fat. Maybe this symbolized my diet over the years. I remember eating a lot of restaurant salads in my late teens and 20s with ranch dressing and greasy grilled chicken as an attempt to lose weight. I loved Applebee’s Grilled Oriental Chicken Salad with sweet oriental dressing. I didn’t really lose that much weight during that time period. Or if I did, I couldn’t keep it off.

And even in my 30s, at a healthy weight, when I stopped eating out and started eating all grocery store food, I have found out that even with a “healthy” diet, even by pulling off the skin of chicken, and pulling off as much fat as I could from red meat, by avoiding gluten, and eating a low-carb diet, I have increased my fat consumption to dangerous levels and clogged my arteries: too many nuts, too much meat, not enough breads and fruit.

In a dream, I ate a piece of a greasy, overly salty, skinless chicken drumstick as it cooked in a pot on my stove. There was a potato also on the stove. I hadn’t eaten potatoes since, like, my early 20s because I had become afraid of carbohydrates since diabetes runs in my family. But in this dream, I was being shown that I was consuming too much fat and salt and that I needed potatoes to cancel out the effects of the salt and fat.

So I went to the store and bought potatoes for the first time—not the restaurant spuds that are loaded with cheese, sour cream, and bacon, but raw potatoes to be cooked with vegetables and a very small amount of meat or nuts. Similar to fruit, eating potatoes without nuts or meats will raise my blood sugar.

I have also increased my garlic consumption after learning through the dream that garlic and breads can get the egg yolk and cholesterol plaque out of my arteries. And I was shown tomatoes, celery, and onions at the grocery store in another dream to also help with the clearing of my arteries, but I might have a tomato intolerance.

At the same grocery store in the dream, I was shown a large trash can full of fish. The fish were out of water but were still moving around in a clumpy red substance. In the dream, I assumed it was barbecue sauce. But I remembered a dream in which I pulled the skin off of the salmon I was cooking. So I think the dream meant that I was consuming too much fish as well and it was making my blood too fatty. At the time, I was eating, like, a piece of fish, a skinless chicken drumstick, and an egg every day. Some days I would eat two pieces of fish and three eggs or two drumsticks and two eggs, always with vegetables. Some days I would eat two eggs as a snack close to bedtime as well. I did this because I noticed that eating meat every day kept my blood sugar super low: I had no symptoms of high blood sugar. But I was also staying up late doing work, and blood sugar starts to rise at around 3:00 AM. So I was counteracting the effects of staying up too late by consuming meat daily. But diabetes also runs in my family, so I also saw daily meat consumption as a way to prevent diabetes.

But I was shown in another dream in which I was in a high school cafeteria at the lunch counter with a plate of three chicken quarters and a boiled egg that even though I pulled the skin off the chicken in real life, eating a single egg was analogous to eating three chicken quarter skins. I stood at that high school cafeteria counter, the workers were black women, and ate a piece of the hard, thick, cooked skin of the chicken; it had a sweet and sour flavor. That hardness represents the cholesterol plaque accumulated in my arteries.

As a human, I have to eat some meat or else my body will break down—I tried the vegan diet for six months. So I should eat the bare minimum of meat required to prevent my body from breaking down. In dreams I’ve seen high school cafeterias, movie theaters in which I’m eating popcorn, and large jars of trail mix (M&Ms and peanuts) which I had convinced myself was healthy. I haven’t been in a high school cafeteria for over 20 years. I haven’t eaten popcorn at the movie theater in over a decade. And I haven’t eaten trail mix for close to a decade. But artery plaque buildup is cumulative. And the low-carb, high-fat diet I’ve been on for a very long time has taken its toll.

Yes, I ate lean red meat, pulled fat and skin off chicken and red meat when I stopped eating restaurant and fried foods. Yes, I exercised daily. Yes, I ate salt-free almonds and peanuts. But I ate too much. I limited my carbohydrate intake too much and replaced it with what I thought were good fats. And I had limited myself to one or two apples a day and drank only water.

But in another dream, I was shown 10 bananas on top of a large plastic container of mixed nuts to show me that I needed more fruit, or bananas in particular, to counteract the effect of the many nuts I was consuming—but, again, not too much, because fruit is like jelly in my body. So even when consumed, it must be consumed with whole wheat and/or nuts to dampen its sugar spike.

In addition, I’ve been having a lot of dreams lately of restaurant food, artificial food, and fast food sending people to hospitals, over-crowded nursing homes, and cemeteries. As the sausage and scrambled eggs dream showed, however, you don’t have to eat out in Satan’s artificial food restaurants in order to damage your health, you can just eat too much fat and/or sugar in your diet. So even too much fruit, nuts, and/or lean meat and potatoes can send you to the hospital or an early grave with diabetes or a heart attack.

I was on my way to a stroke or heart attack and death in my late 30s and would not have guessed that death was coming to me so early, and due to my “healthy” diet, had it not been for the dreams that the Holy Spirit was giving me.

In a dream at Wendy’s, the nice black manager of a cafeteria-style restaurant in my hometown turned his back and walked away from me when I went back up to the counter to find out why my steak drowned in melted cheddar cheese was taking so long. I brought my order number sign up to the counter—it was number 9. The steak dinner had been on sale for $10. That would seem like a deal perhaps to a person who eats out frequently, but to me, it was too expense; I can eat a grocery store meal for much less money. I was not given my steak dinner in that dream, only a small white paper cup of water with ice, a plastic lid, and a plastic straw, which shows how unsustainable restaurants are for the environment: Plastic is bad for the environment, and ice, which is water, is usually wasted.

I am reminded of Ryan’s and Chad’s, two restaurants that my mom’s family enjoyed going to after church and for special occasions when I was growing up. The nice white man who was the owner of Chad’s always greeted us with a smile and would talk to the adults in the family. My grandfather used to love eating out at those restaurants, my uncles too. I also loved the food, was overweight, and became sleepy and had to take a nap in the middle of the day after our post-church restaurant meals.

Those were the happy times, or so I thought. Who would’ve thought they’d end in diabetes, neuropathy, heart attacks, and death for family members? All the laughing, and joking, seemingly drunk off the food, and multiple trips to the food bar with unlimited buffet choices, all the smiling faces around the table and from staff and an owner, happy to see loyal customers yet again, it seemed that until recently, those times held a special place in my heart and mind.

But now, especially because, from my memory as I child, I think my middle uncle and grandfather, now deceased, would pay for most of those family meals, I am filled with grief. I had known that my uncle had had health problems for several years and had been in and out of the hospital maybe twice in the past three weeks. People who have health problems and depend on medical doctors to fix them tend to be in and out of the hospital, I assumed. But I wasn’t expecting him to die in his early 70s after he passed the 70-years mark. His older brother died at 58; my grandfather died at 70. All three were diabetic. So I guess I thought my middle uncle on my mom’s side had dodged that bullet and would live to be 80-something.

When I read the text that my mother sent yesterday to let me know that my uncle had died, I grabbed my chest spontaneously as my heart skipped a beat out of shock. It was as if I thought my heart could not take it. It was as if I was trying to control my heartbeats, fearing the shocking news would cause intense palpitations, and with my clogged arteries, I would have a heart attack. Even though the palpitations occur much less frequently than they did before the God-instructed diet, I still feel them infrequently.

This has put a permanent black cloud over my seemingly fun childhood of eating out at buffets after church, birthday parties at ShowBiz Pizza and Chuck E. Cheese, eating at family cookouts, Christmas and Thanksgiving pig-outs at relatives’ homes, eating popcorn at the secular movie theaters, trick-or-treating on satanic Halloween night for candy in my older uncle’s van, and skating at the skating rink and listening to secular music and eating concession stand food. On the surface, it was indeed a fun childhood. But the end result was always going to be death. Satan doesn’t tell you that as you’re enjoying yourself, however. He wants you to fall asleep while drowned in a world of illusions, entertainment, and addiction, having rejected the true wisdom of God.

I remember when I was 12 years old and my grandfather, my mother’s father, was in the hospital. I know that he walked into the hospital seemingly smiling as I watched him in the waiting room, and he was carried out dead maybe a week or two later. He had two heart attacks while there. I remember being at the hospital with my family in waiting rooms for a week or so. I remember having the very clear vision of my grandmother hugging a white male nurse in the hospital—this was while we were still waiting for my grandfather to hopefully get better. It was a waking dream. I can still see the vision picture clearly in my mind. It turned out to be a prophetic vision.

Well, after my grandfather died, my grandmother went to multiple places inside of the hospital to I guess thank the staff for what they had done for him while he was there, even though they didn’t cure him, and he walked into the hospital only to be carried out dead. We followed her as she thanked the staff. On one floor we visited, she hugged a white male nurse—it was the exact picture I’d seen in my waking dream vision earlier. But in my vision, the frozen image was black and white. I remember telling at least one adult family members about the waking vision that came true. As a child, you can imagine how strange it was for me to see an image in my mind’s eye that later came true. So that image has stuck with me all these years.

And the image in black and white meant that in the end, people still will not give ear to or glory to God and his unsurpassable wisdom, but will be thanking and praising their enemies, who did not save them or their loved ones but delivered them to death and gave them a very convincing illusion that they were the saviors, full of wisdom and knowledge. But they inherited their knowledge from the Serpent, their father, who said that knowledge that opposes or ignores the wisdom and will of God wouldn’t lead to death. And I know in today’s world, I am “crazy” for receiving dreams from God, and only godless doctors and medical professionals can be trusted to fix bodies.