Spiritual Dreams
Dreams
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.
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Yeunhee Chang
PhD in Theology
The Run-Down Cheonshim Wanglim Palace
Dream, I walk into an ice craem store thinking this is my new store, Im going to clean it up and sell ice cream. There is a back door and I walk in and it’s a dark hall, there are no lights but enough light to see what it looks like. It is some temple with white marble stones but there are cobwebs. I finally see that it is the CHeonshim wanglim Palace. The main temple in the Hyojeong CHeonwon Training Center and there are cobwebs everywhere. Everything looks run down. Then I go into the lavratory, the mens bathroom is so dirty so filthy that the bloors and lavratories are black covered in some dirt that I can’t even enter.
Read Full Dream →Yeunhee Chang
PhD in Theology
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
PhD in Theology
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
PhD in Theology
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.
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PhD in Theology
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
PhD in Theology
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
PhD in Theology
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? Upon 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.
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PhD in Theology
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.
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PhD in Theology
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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PhD in Theology
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 True Father’s Seonghwa (anniversary of his death) and a letter written by Holy Mother Han to True Father 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
PhD in Theology
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 True Parents' 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
PhD in Theology