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You know that your dream is more than a dream when you can't stop thinking about it. I have had a few prophetic dreams but this one is a whopper. 

My dream starts out and the world is compartmentalized.  Like one giant row of adjoining rooms.  There are people in every room just talking to each other or working in each of the rooms.

I am drawn to a room where a few people are looking at a map, or some kind of canvas that they have unrolled like a map, and the people are trying to decipher some kind of code that is written onto it. Finally, they decipher the code and tell me that it is imperative that I hurry and tell the others in the other compartments that we only have two minutes left until the end, and then it will be too late.

So, I rush out and I am trying to get peoples attention to tell them that they must accept Jesus as their Lord and Savior; they only have two minutes to accept the truth that Jesus died for their sins.  I am yelling at the top of my voice begging people to listen to me, but they won't listen.  They keep on working and talking and barely give me a glance.

The other people from the decoding room have gone to other rooms to tell people as well, but they too are getting little response from the people. 

Gladly, a few people hear the message we are giving and they too, frantically, try to tell others in additional rooms.

I feel despair and hopelessness, because no one will listen to my warning.

God must be so crushed that we won't listen to his voice when he is calling us, drawing us to himself.