This digital artwork was inspired by a dream I had one night. The result is not an exact reflection of it.
The Dream
It was a chaotic day of unrest and protest in the city. As I was heading home, I saw a special forces unit—entirely women—being dropped onto a building by helicopter. They slid down ropes with precision. They had come to restore order and peace.
As I continued walking, I passed a building and suddenly found myself transported to a foreign land. I was now on a snow-covered road. It looked like somewhere in a Eurasian country.
A girl, about 17 or 18, was walking a little ahead of me. She looked sad. I moved closer and began talking with her. I shared a few things about God and His love. As she listened, I could see she was deeply moved. She had never heard of God like this before.
As I was about to leave, she said, “Why don’t you come to my place for some tea?” Then she looked up at the sky and said, “It’s a beautiful day.” The deep blue of the sky was striking.
I sensed she wanted to hear more, so I agreed. In the distance, I could see a line of houses. We walked through the snow toward her home.
It seemed her family was struggling financially. The house was nearly empty and in poor condition. As I sat on the floor, she said, “I’m going to get some milk. I’ll be back soon.”
A few minutes later, her brother came in. He was drunk, angry, and muttering to himself. I heard him say he would sell her to some people. Then he lay down on the floor, still mumbling, and fell asleep.
Soon after, two of my school friends appeared at the door. I was surprised to see them there after so many years. I asked what they were doing, and they said they had been encouraging her to value herself and helping her think about ways to earn a living.
As we were talking, the girl returned in tears. I said, “It’s okay. Don’t worry about the milk or the tea. Just rest.” As she sobbed, she leaned her head on my shoulder and my friend’s, and we comforted her.
The Interpretation
I had this dream in 2021. It was one of those night dreams that felt deeply significant. It left a lasting impression on me—that the truth of God’s love, combined with practical empowerment, can bring hope and meaning to those who are vulnerable.
In the dream, the place felt like Mongolia, Uzbekistan, or somewhere in that region.
Later, I learned that Mongolia is sometimes called the “Land of the Eternal Blue Sky,” because it has over 260 days of clear blue sky each year.
Alongside Buddhism, Tengrism—the worship of the sky and nature—is still practiced there. In this belief, the sky is seen as the father and the earth as the mother of all beings.
The setting in my dream resembled the outskirts of Ulaanbaatar, particularly the ger (tent) districts, where living conditions can be difficult. Reports on trafficking in Mongolia note that young women—often from poor households, unstable families, or without strong support systems—are especially vulnerable.
God’s heart is for the lost and the vulnerable. There is a need for people who are passionate about mission work, as well as those who can bring practical solutions through social initiatives.
I also feel that God may not be highlighting Mongolia specifically, but rather pointing to people in different parts of the world who haven’t even heard simple, foundational truths about the living God and His love for them.
For now, I can at least sow seeds through prayer, trusting that opportunities to reach out will come in time.
As for the all-female special forces, I believe it may point to how God is calling and empowering women in times of chaos. Even in the midst of unrest, He is raising people for a purpose—and calling many into mission.