It was late in the evening...almost dark. For some reason I found myself alone, trying to cross 2 streets with a grassy median in the middle.
As I was walking, I noticed that I was among a culture that is (in the natural) different from my own.
I don't know why I was crossing the streets but it seemed like it was for a purpose.
I noticed a young man from this particular culture, walk briskly toward me. Apparently, he was "dared" to harm me by his associates.
We met in the middle of the grassy median. All of his associates were watching.
He walked up with his right fist clenched, ready to punch me in my face, determined to "knock me out".
Though I felt apprehensive, I opened my mouth and remembered speaking to him about how Jesus loved him.
He put down his fist and walked away. I was safe.
That is the end of this dream. I could use some confirmation concerning this led by Holy Spirit
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