Some time in 2015, I had a dream that I was doing missionary work in a Middle Eastern country where Christians are a persecuted minority.
In this dream, I and other young men were working security at a compound for a Christian Church and School.
We carried guns as part of our jobs, though we apparently weren’t supposed to.
Food was scarce as we only had a few rations and lentils and rice a day.
We were quite hungry and I was craving some kind of pork product but wasn’t allowed to because this country was under Sharia Law.
On one afternoon, there were several young children at play, when a hungry lion was approaching our compound. I feared for the children’s safety but was also very hungry, so I aimed my .50 Caliber rifle at the lion. As soon as his head was in my cross-hairs, I fired, killing him instantly. Other men and myself ended up picking up the lion’s body, butchering him and eating the meat because we were so hungry.
When the government had found out that we had killed an endangered lion, we came under heavy persecution.
I tried reasoning with them that I was trying to protect the children from being killed but also that we were very hungry.
Their reaction was along the lines of how we’re Christians and our lives aren’t important anyway.
I think the whole compound was rounded up and shot, but I woke up before witnessing the event.
What inspired this dream probably was the ongoing persecution of Christians in the Middle East and the killing of Cecil the Lion.