There are some dreams that aren’t normal dreams, that don’t
leave you as soon as you wake up. For me, these dreams often have a spiritual
message within the content. Last night I dreamt this kind
of dream twice.
I realized that part of having this kind of gift means
sharing it with others—so, here it goes. . . . I’ve tried to keep it short, and
haven’t named those who were present in the dreams (if you think you might have been in them, you can
ask me). If this kind of thing seems pretty far-fetched (dreams from God? okkaaayyy....), don't feel like you have to attach any weight to it. I just felt that I should post it.
First:
I was walking through a mall with some people I know, until
we came to a place where a small giantess of a young woman stood still,
screaming—it was a scream on one note that lasted for several minutes at a
time. She was demonically possessed, unable to move. I was afraid to speak to
the woman, because I was unsure of myself in this kind of situation and the
whole thing was extremely unsettling. A girl in our group spoke up and said
that we should try to cast the demon out, and I nodded, perfectly willing to
give someone back-up support but not wanting to take the risk myself. Though I
motioned for her to go ahead and try, she backed down, too.
Instead, we took the woman to the hospital, where we
believed we could find treatments for her. The hospital was underground, and
there were no windows. The nurse waved a medical scanner over the woman’s body,
and the reading from that was off the charts—the squeal that came from medical
reader’s audio was piercing and in the same note as the woman’s
scream.
While this was being done, I wandered down the hall in the
hospital. As I looked into the rooms, I was shocked to see other people similar
to this woman. The hospital had drugged them into unconsciousness, dangling them
from the ceiling with a rope tied to their left wrists.
I turned back to the possessed woman and the nurse in time to
see the woman fixing her gaze on the nurse and the nurse wide-eyed with fear.
And then, like hot wax, the nurse began to melt into a heap of flesh. Then I woke up.
Second:
I was a graduate, starting a job at a Christian
organization. There I realized that even though I acted like a Christian, my
faith wasn’t real. I wasn’t saved.
Finally, after someone inadvertently shared the Word with me
again, I decided to truly accept Christ into my heart. Humbled after living so
long as a counterfeit, I told a man beside me that I had accepted Christ as my
Savior. He gathered people in the room to pray for me.
But it was as if no one heard the reason for the gathering
and they began to ask for other things with prayers that were clichéd, general,
and intangible.
Then a girl, about twelve and with warm ruby red hair, came
from the back of the group and spoke to me, gently correcting everyone by
saying that I was the one who needed prayer. Her face was young and smiling,
but she exuded a spirit of maturity and strength. A chaperone followed behind
her, a tall man whose face I couldn’t see because I was looking down at the
girl. She placed her palm across my forehead and she prayed for me. At the end of the prayer, I woke up.
I have some general thoughts about what these two dreams could mean, but to keep this short, I'll post them later.
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