HOW TO INTERPRET DREAMS AND VISIONS: Understanding God's Warnings and Guidance by PERRY STONE

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Is God trying to tell you something?
Have you ever had a dream or vision that was so vivid that it remained with you for days? Is it possible that your dream had a spiritual connotation and your vision was a message from God.

In how to interpret dreams and visions, best selling author and evangelist Perry Stone explains the guidance and warnings encrypted in our visions and dreams and includes an extensive list of common dream symbols. With his unique blend of Bible Knowledge and spiritual insight he provides answers to questions such as…

Is my dream really from God? How do I distinguish between types of spiritual visions? Why am I having nightmares or unclean dreams? What do my dreams of a departed of a departed loved one mean?

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