I am in a skyscraper or huge building. In a business. I'm walking in white hallways. I have a position and responsibility. I am looking for something.
I pulled up in a VERY nice car, unlike anything I've ever seen.
It seems I was driving through farm territory with Father; like what He showed me yesterday.
I was to settle a dispute on land where a few Native American tribes seemed to overlap in territory.
May I learn to freely partake of the fruit of my Father's LOVE . . .