Spiritual Dreams
Dreams
Dreams as Divine Communication
I believe the spirit world continuously communicates with humanity through our dreams. The Bible shows us God spoke to Joseph about his future through dreams (Genesis 37:5–10) and guided the wise men to protect baby Jesus (Matthew 2:12). The prophet Joel also proclaimed, “Your old men will dream dreams, your young men will see visions” (Joel 2:28), affirming that dreams can be a channel of divine revelation.
Throughout my journey in supporting Hak Ja Han as the Only Begotten Daughter and Holy Mother Han, she has appeared to me in dreams, revealing her situation and offering words of encouragement and love — reminiscent of God's words to Paul strengthening him through a vision in the night during his challenging ministry in Corinth, saying “Do not be afraid; keep on speaking, do not be silent” (Acts 18:9–10).
In these divine encounters, Holy Mother Han has expressed anger on my behalf when faced with injustice, scolded me when I remained silent in the face of wrong, and shown her love and support as I saw her speak with my husband. I share these dreams with you to demonstrate how Holy Mother Han, as the incarnation of Heavenly Mother, works with us in this Golden Age, fulfilling the promise that “In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people” (Acts 2:17).
The Impact of Witnessing and Rejections
I had a dream about True Mother (Hak Ja Han) on Thursday, August 7, 2026. Coincidentally, it was An Shi Il. This month, one of my focuses has been creating an An Shi Il tradition that we can genuinely be proud of—something that fits our family well and helps bring God's presence closer to our home. Rather than trying to immediately find the "perfect" tradition, I want to use this month to experiment, learn through trial and error, and discover something we can continue as a family. My other focus this month has been trying to tell one person each day about the OBD. I have been failing miserably at that goal. I have told only three people in three weeks—not twenty-one people. Three people is something. It is a small victory, and I am grateful for it, but I also feel that it is inadequate compared with the commitment I made. I don't know whether this dream is building on that small foundation of victory or whether it is a push from Heaven toward the place where I am deeply lacking. THE DREAM A bunch of people were staying together in a house. One or two people had come by to visit us. I had the feeling that the people staying in the house were Unification Church members, specifically second generation, while the visitors were not. I walked the visitors out toward the garage. Just as they were about to leave, True Mother (Hak Ja Han) came into the garage. I think she came in from outside. She was casually chatting with people as she walked from the front of the garage toward the back, and then over to where I was sitting on the couch with a few other people. Then, unexpectedly, she jumped onto our laps and started laughing. She eventually sat down next to us. I was surprised by how naturally she spoke English. I remember thinking, Wow, she speaks such good English. Then I suddenly realized: "Oh my gosh! None of us told the guests who were leaving about True Mother (Hak Ja Han)!" I ran after one of the guests—a young woman around our age—and said to her: "There is someone you have to meet! She's the Only Begotten Daughter. She's a completely unique kind of person. We can never meet this kind of person again, and no one in history has ever met this kind of person before!" She became extremely angry with me. I had the strong feeling that my explanation of Mother as someone she had never met—and could never meet again—actually frightened her. There was an intensity to her fear and anger. Then she turned toward me and pushed out this enormous wave of energy. The energy knocked me backward onto the couch with Mother. Everyone around us was pushed back as well. The young woman then stormed off. Afterward, Mother got off the couch and sat down on the floor with us. She began talking with us. I remember thinking: "Wow. She's so easy to understand. I feel like she's as good at English as my mom." And then I thought: "Of course she is! She's my mom!"
Reflection
When I woke up, I had this deep aching and longing for Mother. I wanted to hear her voice. I ended up sitting and watching an HDH video of Mother speaking. I want to tell more and more people about True Mother (Hak Ja Han), I think rejections (of those inside or outside the church) actually has a spiritual or energetic impact on Mother. I know I feel that spiritual and energetic impact. It gives me more fear to witness, makes it harder to talk to another person. But it was amazing to see how strong and serene Mother was in the face of that wave of fear and hate. I was so grateful to be on Mother's side of the wave and that she was with me through the whole experience. I think that this is true when I witness, but I often forget that and feel very alone when I witness. (I have been talking to people as I go about my day with my kids, usually at the park or shopping.. so I don't have a "witnessing partner")
Submitted by: R. S.
Community Entry
I'll Translate for You
I had this dream in November of 2023. I was at one of the lowest points of my life — desperately searching for something meaningful to hold onto. Although I had received my doctorate, things were not working out as I had hoped. I was going through a great deal, and I had begun to feel as though I had no purpose, as though I was somehow useless. Then I dreamt I was at the Cheonbo Training Center, in one of the workshop areas. I was surrounded by young people. I remember walking up one of the ramps that leads toward the lecture halls, noticing that the young people all around me were wearing white t-shirts. I wondered, quietly, privately, what I was doing among all of them. They are so young — what am I doing here? And then something shifted. I started running — up the ramp, as fast as I could, passing all the young people — because I wanted to be the first one to reach Holy Mother Han. I ran all the way to the top of the hill and entered the room where she was, went straight to the front, and knelt before her. She was enormous. A giant, radiant in a silver shiny suit jacket and skirt. She reached out and handed me a large pink diamond ring encircled by white diamonds. I slipped it onto my finger, proudly looked at it, and started polishing and shining it with a cloth, as it looked a little hazy. Then I looked up, and she had placed about ten sparkling three-carat diamonds on the table before me. I quickly gathered them close, pulling them toward me with both hands. When I looked up again, I saw that her gaze had moved past me — beyond me, to something behind. I turned around to see, and there were thousands upon thousands of young people seated in long, straight rows filling an enormous room. Pink light poured in through the windows, washing everything in a soft, rosy glow. All those young faces were looking toward us. I turned back to her and said, "Mother, I'll translate for you." Then I woke up.
Reflection
A month later, in December, I attended the 6th Spirituality 40 Day Workshop at the training center, participating alongside 65 other participants between the ages of 18 and 32. I never ever thought I would ever do a 40 day workshop, not at the age of 47 and not while raising 5 young children. But I was there and one of only three older participants over the age of 47 who joined with special approval. At the time, I thought — maybe someday. Maybe someday I'll translate for her. I was even asked, not long after, whether I wanted that position. And I turned it down. Stupidly, I turned it down — because I didn't believe I was good enough. But in the years that followed, I began retranslating her autobiography and her talks and speeches, and have since been sharing them online and through my lectures and podcasts. Here I am, three years later, doing exactly what I said I would do in my dream. I honestly never thought I would be here — not in the way I imagined, not as her personal translator standing by her side, but translating Holy Mother Han's words so that people around the world could have them. Searching for the diamonds — the gems, the young people out there who are waiting, who can truly receive her words and do what she asked with them — and bringing those words to them. It turns out I was already holding the ring. I just needed to shine it.
Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
She Was Already There
I was inside the Cheon Won Gung — God's Sanctuary — in the kitchen. It was bright and large, the countertops wide and generous, and gathered around them was a whole group of young Asian youth in their early twenties, all working hard. I was unwrapping ice creams to give to them. Then suddenly I was on the phone with Holy Mother Han. We were talking about this and that, and then I asked her — with everything in me hoping she would say yes — whether she might be able to meet with me, with us. The others around me were hoping too, quietly anticipating. But the line went dead silent. I heard it go — that hollow stillness of a call that has simply ended. We were all heartbroken. And then, to my left, she was simply there. Sitting beside me in her wheelchair, as if she had been there all along. We gathered around her, all of us, overflowing with happiness. Then she raised her hand and began to stroke my head — from the crown slowly down to the nape of my neck — again and again, at least twenty times. I felt like a beloved animal being tenderly patted by its owner, and I mean that in the most beautiful way — that quality of unconditional, wordless love. I felt so incredibly loved, so warm and gushy inside, so deeply relaxed — as if I were melting into something I had never felt before, but absolutely, completely loved feeling. A tremendous peace moved through me. My entire chest filled with her love. I was elated, and yet completely calm, completely at peace.
Reflection
When I woke and saw my husband, I told him the dream and my eyes welled up in tears. The feeling of love I had received from Holy Mother Han stayed with me for days. And then I noticed something else. The physical tension I had carried in my shoulders — tension I had held for as long as I could remember, that no chiropractor or massage had ever been able to fully release — was gone. Completely gone. Her touch had somehow relaxed my very very tight shoulders. This was non other than spiritual healing. I experienced the power of it directly.
Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
The Stadium and the Expired Tickets
I dreamt I was following a crowd into a huge stadium. People were standing in long, long lines to hear Rev. Sun Myung Moon speak, and I was among them — waiting, like everyone else. Then I noticed Holy Mother Han standing to the side, handing out tickets for entry. I ran up to her. "Mother, I want one too!" She looked at me with such disappointment — as if to say, You too?! — and slammed the tickets she was holding hard into my hand. Then she turned and walked away, quietly, sadly. I looked down at the tickets that had fallen to the ground. I picked them up and saw that they were all outdated, marked over in red. I looked up in the direction she had gone. No — wait. I don't want these. I want to follow you. I ran after her and sat down beside her. She turned her face away and began to sniffle. I said softly, "Mother, I want to be with you. What do you want to do?" She said her legs were hurting. She wanted to go for a walk. "I'll help you," I said. In my waking life, my father had a hip problem. Whenever we went shopping together, he would hold onto the cart to help balance himself — using it to lean on rather than a cane. I quickly grabbed a shopping cart and explained this to Holy Mother Han — that she could hold on to it the same way, and we could walk together like that. She placed her hands on the cart. I put my arms around behind her and we pushed it forward together, slowly, and I watched carefully for any moment I could help steady her. When I awoke, the hand that Holy Mother Han had slammed the tickets into was hurting. It felt as if someone had truly, physically struck it.
Reflection
Dream Analysis The stadium represents the grand, public era of the movement — the age of massive gatherings and Rev. Moon's public ministry. Being handed tickets marked in red signals a symbolic "stop." The expired tickets suggest that the old ways of participating, the old modes of access, are no longer valid. Holy Mother Han's disappointment reflects the weight of having to convey this — a quiet grief over followers who are still seeking entry to something that has already passed. The turning point comes when you abandon the tickets entirely and choose to follow the person rather than attend the event. Running past the stadium entrance to simply sit with her is a movement away from institutional participation toward personal relationship — away from the historic spectacle toward her present, living reality. Her sniffling reveals a deeply human vulnerability: a leader carrying a grief that few around her fully see. The shopping cart reframes everything. After the grandeur of the stadium, it is deliberately humble and ordinary — and that contrast is the point. Her legs hurting speaks to the exhaustion of the path she is walking. That you instinctively reach for the same method you once used with your own father brings a quiet, familial tenderness into the moment. You are offering a figure of great authority the same intimate, practical care you gave your own parent. The dream closes not with a vision but with a shared rhythm — the two of you pushing forward together. You are no longer a spectator waiting for access. You have become a co-walker, providing stability and momentum from behind. It is a dream of maturation: the tickets are expired, and the real path forward is not through the stadium doors, but through humble, empathetic service.
Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
Eyes Wide, Jaw Dropped
My son had a dream one Sunday morning. He was sleeping beside me when he woke — elated, as if he had just returned from somewhere far away but deeply heavenly. He was moved, wide-eyed, full of awe. "Mom," he said, "I was in heaven and I saw Heavenly Mother." He had been standing in the clouds, he told me, watching her approach from a distance. A tall, powerful angel stood at his right side as she drew nearer. Heavenly Mother was seated on a gigantic chair, held high above the ground by four male angels — one at each side, bearing it on their shoulders. She was wearing a hanbok. And behind her chair, stretching back as far as he could see, were thousands upon thousands of men — her devoted supporters, following her in procession. He said the shock and astonishment of what he saw was so overwhelming that he felt his eyes popping out of their sockets, his lower lip and jaw falling open. As he described it to me, he kept demonstrating — opening his eyes wide, dropping his mouth — "Like this, mommy, like this." He was, to say the least, speechless. I asked him who Heavenly Mother was. What did she look like? He answered with the certainty of a child who cannot understand why the question even needs asking. Mommy, it was Chameomoni . True Mother (Holy Mother Han). Like — don't you know?
Reflection
When I heard that, I was quietly stunned. I had never told him that Holy Mother Han had taught that she was the incarnation of Heavenly Mother on earth. He had no framework for that. He had simply seen her, and he knew. He hugged me, and I told him I would help him draw his dream. I was finally able to bring it to life with the help of AI, as he described it to me.
Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
The Gift of the Worn Velvet - "Where Did This Come From?"
I dreamed I was rushing and running around with a whole group of young people — second generation youth of the church movement — all of us putting on our clothes and preparing to meet Holy Mother Han. I couldn't find my own clothes. I went from one room to another, managing to find a top, but still walking around in my underwear, half-ready, half-exposed. And then I was in her presence — and somehow the clothes didn't seem to matter anymore. I was fully dressed. The anxiety of the moment before simply dissolved. I found myself in what looked like a church chapel, which is at times also used as a prayer hall — the kind of place where I, along with thousands of other followers, would usually gather at our church Holy Ground at the Cheonbo Training Center to offer prayer devotion. But the hall was almost empty, and Holy Mother Han was sitting not at the center of the stage but on the left side of the hall, against the wall, on a simple chair. Since her photo or her presence was usually at the front of the hall, elevated and central, there was something quietly disarming about seeing her there — so still, so close, so unguarded. She was wearing a Korean hanbok. I walked up to her to offer a gift I had prepared — a beautiful soft velvet deep green suit jacket and a long velvet skirt. I remember that it shimmered with a golden light. I knelt before her and placed the clothing over her thighs. She stroked the fabric, and I could see that she loved touching it — it was very soft and lush. She asked me in Korean, "어디서 났어?" — a warm, casual phrase an elder might use with someone younger, carrying the gentle wonder of Where did this come from? rather than a simple transactional question. I told her it was mine — it had been mine — and I wanted to give it to her. Inside, a small doubt flickered: how could I give her something already worn, something used? But she was so happy to receive it. She smiled and smiled, and thanked me — not in words, but in something deeper than words. I felt her love and happiness move through me, full and complete.
Reflection
This dream reflects a movement from the anxiety of external expectation to the peace of intimate spiritual acceptance. The frantic search for clothes captures a familiar fear of being unprepared or spiritually exposed before a sacred standard, yet that tension vanishes instantly in Mother Han's presence—revealing that worthiness is not defined by outward perfection. By finding her seated simply to the side of an empty prayer hall rather than on an elevated stage, the dream dissolves institutional distance, transforming formal religious devotion into a tender, personal encounter. Offering your own lived, deep green velvet clothing—shimmering with golden light—symbolizes bringing the true, woven fabric of your life experiences, heart, and devotion before her. Her delight and warm wonder affirm that what is offered from the authenticity of one's lived journey is never "used" or inadequate, but deeply precious and received with unconditional maternal love.
Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
Holy Mother Han's Proud Smile
I had a dream that I was in a light pinkish bedroom with a half crescent moon window. Holy Mother Han was lying in her bed. I was in her bedroom and helped her sit up in her wheel chair. Her faced looked as if she was in her mid to late 30’s but her body looked like when she was in her 80’s. She had a slightly hunched back and her body looked tired. My father happened to be in the room, and he was standing next to the bed holding my completed dissertation and reading it to her with a loud voice. Holy Mother Han was so happy and pleased that I remember her gleaming smile. But I noticed her feet. I bent over and started to masaage it when I noticed the incredibly huge bunion on the side of her large toe. It looked like a large triangle. I thought how painful her feet must be. I looked up and she was gleaming with joy, love and happiness. She then congratulated me on my hard work but all I could think about was her swollen legs and painful looking feet. I also noticed something else. Which were her callosed feet. They were extremely dry, and yellow and I wondered why her feet looked like this. I felt as though she had not been taken well care of although many were in her attendance. But when I looked up, she only had love in her face for me.
Read Full Dream →Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
Cheon Won Gung Entrance Day of Heavenly Parent
I dreamt I was standing at the far end of a grand hall, just outside the doors to the main temple of what is called the Cheon Won Gung — God's Sanctuary. At the time of this dream, I had no idea what the interior of that place looked like. And yet I knew, with certainty, that I was standing inside it. I could see the black and grey lines running through the white marble, and the hall stretching out before me, massive and luminous. On either side of a central staircase, thousands of people stood in brilliant, beautiful hanboks — every color radiant — all of them facing forward with great anticipation. At the top of the stairs was Holy Mother Han. She was wearing a red and green hanbok and carrying a baby boy who looked to be about two years old. He was dressed in a deep blue, almost indigo, boy's hanbok, and he was joyously dancing in her arms. She carried him down the stairs as the crowds on either side watched in reverent silence, and then walked toward the back of the hall, where I was standing. I looked down toward the floor and noticed a group of people kneeling, their hands raised in the air. I moved closer to see their faces. They had markings on them — like those of American Indians — and they were dressed in earth-toned hanboks that had the quality of a theatre troupe's costume. They held their hands up in song and praise as Holy Mother Han walked closer and closer toward them.
Reflection
That morning, when I woke up, I was awestruck by what I had seen. I was determined to remember the exact layout of the hall in relation to the temple — to find out whether what I had dreamed truly matched the real space. Later, I was able to confirm that it did. But that morning, what surprised me most was the theatre troupe. I thought about who I knew connected to the performing arts, and I immediately thought of my dear friend who works at the Korean National Theatre. She was the only person in my waking life I could connect to that image. I found myself wondering why I had seen her there. She and her husband both work at the theatre, and from time to time they would generously offer us tickets to their shows. Shortly after the dream, she offered me tickets to see what turned out to be the final run of a production called Paper Manshin, co-written by Colleen Park — a well-known vocalist and performer in South Korea. I went with no particular expectation. What I found left me completely astonished. The entire production centered on a young woman with the ability to offer salvation to the han-ridden souls of the world — han being that deep, generational feeling of sorrow, regret, and unresolved grief embedded in the Korean spirit. The show moved through Africa and the legacy of the slave trade, the American Indians and Death Valley, the forests of South America, and the border of North Korea. I sat in that theatre stunned. The past year, Holy Mother Han had traveled to all of these very places — to do exactly that. To offer salvation and release the han-ridden souls, as the Only Begotten Daughter. It was as if Heaven was working through the Korean arts to announce something that even many within our own church — people who lived alongside the Only Begotten Daughter — had yet to fully understand about who she was. I called my friend afterward and asked her to connect me with the writer. She did. And I asked her: how did this story come to you? How did you come to write it? If you want to know her answer — come and listen to my lectures. It is something I look forward to sharing with you.
Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
Hyo-Jin's Plea to Help Reach His Brothers
I dreamt I was on a large Boeing 747, alone with Hyo-Jin. He was sleeping, his head resting on my shoulder. I remember looking forward and seeing no one else onboard. The scene then shifted to me standing on a high cliff overlooking a shoreline. As I took in the view—the sky, ocean, beach, and the people causing a commotion below—I noticed everything was the same pastel beige color. I knew I was in hell, not because it was fiery or hot, but because of its overwhelming blandness and lack of color. Looking down at the shoreline, I witnessed a disturbing scene. A mob of bald men had gathered around someone—Hyo-Jin's youngest brother. He was confined in a strait jacket, sitting with his head down in a canoe with a large hole. The mob was trying to force him out to sea, throwing stones and shouting at him. Through my tears, I screamed, "Stop, stop! He was True Parents' son!" But they continued, pushing his boat into the water despite knowing it would sink. He managed somehow to turn back towards shore, but the mob pushed him out again. I looked at the cliff where Hyo-Jin stood, watching his brother's fate without expression, wearing a torn, dirty, and old white hanbok. I woke from this dream crying heavily. Until then, I had felt little compassion for Hyo-Jin's brothers, particularly the youngest. I saw him more as an entitled tyrant than a religious leader. But this dream awakened a deep sorrow in me for his situation. Whether these feelings were Hyo-Jin's, God's, or my own, I don't know. What I do know is that it moved me to start praying for him. To help him recognize the Holy Mother Han that gave him life. How profound was my sadness for Holy Mother Han's sons who had yet to realize their mother’s true identity. In life, the tormented son in my dream spoke terrible things about his mother, the Holy Mother Han, God’s Only Begotten Daughter. I realized later on how dark spirits can surround us, blocking us from feeling love and from giving love to others. Our prayers of devotion and love can help remove these dark influences.
Read Full Dream →Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
Holy Mother Han Speaks to My Husband in Her Garden Room
When I had this dream, I was in a state of negativity and judgment. My anger and righteous indignation had taken over my spirit. In my dream, I found myself walking through a corridor, frantically searching for Holy Mother Han. She had been with me earlier, and I was afraid she had left. I ran into a room with high glass walls covered in climbing flowerpots reaching the ceiling. There I found Holy Mother Han watering the plants. Standing at a distance, I felt relieved to see her. She wore a flowing black velvet nightgown that reached the floor, adorned with delicate yellow flowers. Her back was turned to me as she prepared tea. I watched as she carried the teapot and cup to a small round. I was so happy to find out that the very person she would have tea with was my husband. They sat together and engaged in conversation while I observed them quietly. In the week following this dream, whenever anxiety and overwhelming emotions surfaced, my husband would speak words that brought peace to my spirit. I felt Holy Mother Han's presence working through him; she as the Holy Spirit was speaking through his words. Though I didn't share these feelings with him at the time, I felt immense gratitude for his comforting words and developed a deeper appreciation for his care towards me. The dream helped me realize that my negative attitude had created a barrier, preventing me from feeling Holy Mother Han, the Holy Spirit's love and guidance during my difficult time. Instead, she reached me through my husband, who consistently maintained a positive outlook on life. His incredibly comforting words helped me understand the importance of maintaining a more positive mind despite the hardships I faced.
Read Full Dream →Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
Not Yet Prepared
I dreamt I was standing near an entry way awaiting Holy Mother Han's appearance. The door began to sparkle and as she emerged. She was radiant. Her secretary held her left hand as they both walked towards me. I realized with dismay that I wasn't properly prepared to receive Holy Mother Han—I didn't even have my socks on. As she approached, I frantically tried to put on one more sock, but it was too late. She was already standing before me, and I had to extend my hand. To my embarrassment, I was still clutching the dirty sock. Holy Mother Han looked at me with a gentle smile and said, "I've never held someone's hand who was holding a dirty sock," and chuckled warmly. Throughout my dissertation writing, I carried this constant feeling of inadequacy in supporting Holy Mother Han's mission. The image of the sock in my hand sent chills through me when I awoke. Though the dream initially frightened me—this fear of being unprepared when meeting Holy Mother Han—ultimately became a powerful motivation, pushing me to work harder in my preparations.
Read Full Dream →Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
Holy Mother Han Thanks Me
After receiving my dissertation approval, I dreamt I was in the Cheong Jeong Gung Museum, standing before Holy Mother Han. She sat on a white throne, similar to the one she sat in on Foundation Day, wearing the same bright, sparkling yellow suit. From a few meters away, I heard her say, "Goh-ma-wuh~~~~~ Goh-ma-wuh~~~" ("Thank you, thank you," in English). Her voice was both loving and piercing, her face radiant as she spoke. As she leaned to her right repeating her thanks, I noticed something dark swirling around her. Curious, I found myself floating behind her throne to investigate. When I focused on the dark movement, I asked it to slow down, revealing about ten dark spirits resembling the malevolent orcs from "The Lord of the Rings." Though I felt shocked and concerned for Holy Mother Han, her face remained serene, completely unfazed by their presence. When I awoke, I was deeply moved by Holy Mother Han's acknowledgment of my work, but this dream revealed something far more profound. It showed me the spiritual challenges she faces daily, while demonstrating her remarkable strength and unwavering resolve in the presence of darkness.
Read Full Dream →Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
Holy Mother Han Sticking Up for Me
The night of this dream, I was emotionally exhausted and feeling deeply discouraged about my dissertation. Around 3 A.M., before falling asleep, I prayed sincerely to Holy Mother Han, expressing my struggles and doubts about completing my work. After this heartfelt prayer, I fell asleep. In my dream, I was walking behind Holy Mother Han in a space filled with white light. She was walking very fast and angrily ahead of me, speaking out strongly and loudly, "How can they do this? How can they do this?" When I ran up next to her and asked, "Mother, why are you so angry?" she kept repeating over and over, "How can they do this to you? How can they do this to you?" I noticed she wore a necklace with a large blue stone in a casing that looked as though it was falling out. When I asked if I could take it, she said yes. We then entered what felt like a basement space. Holy Mother Han sat on the middle of the stairs in a meditative pose. The room was filled with memories—piles of childhood belongings, not just mine but my siblings' as well. I picked up my brother's old blue baby blanket, feeling the connection to these preserved memories. I observed Holy Mother Han in her peaceful meditation before waking up. Three days after the dream, I experienced an unexpected sense of peace replacing my previous anxiety. Remembering the blue stone from the dream, I researched and found that it resembled a blue opal—a stone known for bringing calm during anxious times. In the dream, I had held it close to my heart, as if absorbing its properties. A few weeks later, my husband shared news that Holy Mother Han had given an important assignment to theological professors about the Only Begotten Daughter. This news filled me with hope that my academic work would find its place and purpose.
Read Full Dream →Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
Educate the Youth About the Only Begotten Daughter
Three days after my dreams of the eggs with the elderly men, I dreamt I was at my childhood home in Canada. I was rushing around frantically, preparing my family for the arrival of the Holy Mother Han, the Only Begotten Daughter. Hundreds of young people, ranging from age four to college age, were flooding my parents’ parking lot and neighboring streets, eagerly awaiting her arrival. After ensuring my husband and all the children were properly lined up, I saw her car approaching. She rode in the Rolls Royce given to her by her first son, Hyo-Jin. All the young people erupted in thunderous applause and jubilant cheers as Holy Mother Han arrived. When she emerged from the car, she wore a long Roman-style cloak with a luxurious fur collar draped over her shoulders. Her radiant smile illuminated her face, igniting even greater excitement among the gathered youth as the car door opened and she looked up at the crowd. The youth were ecstatic and they cheered her arrival with happiness and excitement. When she stepped out of the car, I noticed her shoulders appeared unusually broad. She stepped out, stood tall, emphasizing her strong, commanding presence. Her daughter-in-law, Yeon-Ah, stood beside her as I guided them to the entrance of my home, where she walked in with graceful deliberation. I then escorted her upstairs to her room, and then I awoke. Later, I came to understand these two dreams as loving guidance from God to change my focus from the elder generation to the younger. During that period, I had been earnestly trying to share my experiences with church elders and leaders but found little receptivity. My heart was heavy with concern, not for myself, but for Holy Mother Han’s mission as God’s Only Begotten Daughter. If they did not support her then how would her message get across? Through these dreams, I felt God was sharing a gentle truth—that even elders, despite their position to receive new life (symbolized by mother's milk), might find it challenging to embrace new understanding. Their wealth of life experiences (represented by large teeth) could create resistance to this spiritual nourishment, potentially causing pain both to themselves and to Mother. The dreams seemed to offer a path forward—to share these teachings with young people whose hearts were naturally open and receptive to Holy Mother Han. Looking back, I can see how this guidance was realized as the younger generation embraced these teachings after I completed my degree and had begun sharing what I learned about Holy Mother Han with them.
Read Full Dream →Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
Life Through Mother's Milk: The Dream of the Countless Eggs
Near the end of my dissertation studies, I experienced a remarkable dream. Before me lay a basket containing thousands of eggs. As I attempted to crack each egg with my right hand, my left hand instinctively tried to prevent me from doing so. With each egg I managed to crack, I encountered the same extraordinary sight: large heads of elderly men with baby's bodies, each representing a different race, gazing up at me with unnervingly gigantic and stained teeth. Despite their elderly appearance, I recognized them as newborns since they had just emerged from their eggs. My maternal instinct urged me to nurse them, yet their enormous teeth filled me with apprehension. I feared the pain they might inflict while nursing remembering when I had nursed one of my sons as his front tooth had started to grow out. After careful consideration, I made the difficult decision not to nurse them and I threw them down saying, 'I can't do it!' This scene repeated itself with each egg I cracked. Upon waking, I struggled to decipher the dream's meaning. But I felt the dream had to do with birth. I warned my husband that perhaps it was a sign we would have more kids. So, I jokingly said we should "be careful." Though I was convinced the dream pertained to childbirth, I couldn't reconcile why all the babies appeared as elderly gentlemen. The true significance of this peculiar vision only became clear three days later when I experienced another dream. You can read about it in the dream posted called 'Educate the Youth About the Only Begotten Daughter.'
Read Full Dream →Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
No Living Ideas About Me
During the challenging period of writing my dissertation, while balancing a full-time job and raising my five children, sleep became elusive. There were moments when I contemplated abandoning my academic pursuit altogether. It was during this difficult time that Holy Mother Han appeared to me in a dream. I saw her sitting in her wheelchair amidst a desolate landscape of barren mountains. The ground beneath her was cold and muddy. Filled with concern, I ran toward her, crying out, "Mother, what are you doing here?" As I knelt beside her and placed my hand gently on her arm, I absorbed the bleakness of my surroundings. Not a single plant, flower, or even a weed grew in this lifeless terrain. The only other object in sight was the Rolls Royce that her eldest son, Hyo-Jin, had purchased for her—a sign of his presence with her. Looking at Holy Mother Han, I felt overwhelmed by her profound sadness. She seemed to communicate that there were no living ideas about her, no growing understanding of who she truly was. When I awakened, I felt deeply remorseful for having been so absorbed in my own difficulties. This dream renewed my determination to persevere with my work to reveal who she truly is for God and the salvation of humanity.
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Doctor of Ministry
Holy Mother Han's Bleeding Feet
I had another dream about Holy Mother Han’s physical situation. I was invited to visit Holy Mother Han. Her grandkids were sitting outside the room awaiting their turn to see Holy Mother Han. I walked into a room that looked like a Korean style room. Holy Mother Han was sitting on the floor mat with her legs out in front of her. There was a lady sitting in front of Holy Mother Han that I recognized. I sat next to her. Holy Mother Han gave us both a handful of jewelry. But instead of touching it, I noticed Holy Mother Han’s swollen legs. Her feet and lower legs were bound in some white long stocking. I went close to her and placed my hands on her lower legs and felt how swollen they were. I started to massage them but noticed that her ankles were the same size as her calves. But then I noticed blood seeping through the bottom of her feet. Her white socks had streaks of bright red blood. Three days after having that dream the church celebrated her husbands ascension memorial (Seonghwa anniversary) and a letter written by Holy Mother Han to her husband was read in front of the members during the anniversary event. In the letter Holy Mother Han described that although her lips had blisters, and although her legs were swollen and the bottom of her feet were bleeding, she continued to move forward. I again asked Holy Mother Han’s granddaughter, if the bottom of Holy Mother Han’s feet really bled, she affirmed yes.
Read Full Dream →Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry
Speak, Speak — That's the Only Way They Will Know
I believe I had the following dream because I was deeply troubled about the leadership I was working under. I was furious and couldn't understand why Holy Mother Han had chosen certain individuals to represent her. At the prayer hall, as I looked up at Holy Mother Han's picture, I shared my frustrations with her. Her response was simple but profound: "Endure." She said it in a very stern voice. That night, I dreamt I was standing about a meter away from Holy Mother Han. She appeared natural, without makeup, wearing a beige new-age hanbok made of gauze-like linen. She was scolding me firmly, saying "Speak, Speak—that's the only way they will know!" As she rose from her chair and walked toward me, she lost her balance. I caught her, and as I did, her top shifted upward. I noticed her back and belly were covered with black dots— markings I recognized. I felt the physical weight of her body, her arms in mine as I steadied her. I helped her sit on a step so I could assist her with her grey, leather-strapped shoes. Then Holy Mother Han stood up and walked away. In the following week, I took Holy Mother Han’s advice; I began speaking up at work about various concerns, which led to some positive changes. I realized that it did not matter who Holy Mother Han chose. We were all brothers and sisters, and we needed to work out our problems. The only way to do that was to communicate, to speak! I couldn't forget the black dots I had seen on her body. I reached out to Holy Mother Han's granddaughter to ask if Holy Mother Han used the ‘Happy Health’ machine, a positive-negative ionizer that helps with circulation. She confirmed that Holy Mother Han used it all over her body due to circulation issues from her four cesarean sections. I was amazed that my dream had revealed such specific details about Holy Mother Han's health condition— I had physically held her and felt her presence. This experience helped me realize that my dreams were a genuine way to connect with and understand Holy Mother Han's physical situation. More importantly, it led me to repent for my immature heart. Despite being taught the values of loving and giving first, I had failed to practice them. I realized Holy Mother Han was working patiently with those of us who still had much to learn, myself included.
Read Full Dream →Yeunhee Chang
Doctor of Ministry