There are some things that I normally don’t think or speak about. The reason being that the topics are personal, spark discord easily or are just “too far out there”.
With that being said, it unnerves me when my dreams bring up some of those topics and are vivid with feelings that I don’t usually show others.
But before I get to my disturbing dream, I have been noticing that some people I know (whether in the real world or from online) are coming under spiritual attacks.
On Facebook, I have a friend that reads her Bible while on break and if co-workers ask her questions pertaining to her faith, she’ll answer them. Well, lately some of her more “touchy” co-workers have been complaining to upper management that she has been reading her Bible while on break. It isn’t like she’s preaching to others and trying to convert them, she’s just reading and sometimes prays when she’s getting frustrated while at work. No biggie right? Well…just before Easter, someone accused her of stealing while she was on duty. She denied the claim and through video camera footage was cleared of the charge. Shortly after that, she was accused again of something. The charges seemed to have been brought up just around the time that she was spending more time with God.
Normally I would just chalk it up to attaching the term “spiritual attack” to someone’s petty and vindictive nature, but then I observed something different with a dear friend of mine.
This friend loves her job. She likes what she does, works hard and is really good at what she does. But lately, her co-workers have been belittling her, running her down, making inappropriate jokes about things in her personal life that they have no freaking clue what is going on in that realm. And usually around certain holidays, my friend seems to have this habit of taking a personal inventory of stuff and then thanking God for all the things He’s done for her. Easter just happens to be one of those holidays.
So my friend and I got together recently and she discussed the stuff going on at work and how it was bringing her down and things of that nature. When she was telling me these things, a thought popped into my head. If this were a cartoon, a light bulb might have appeared above my head. I asked my friend if the stuff that was going on at her place of employment could be a spiritual attack. She looked at me but didn’t answer. So I explained about my Facebook friend and the things that happened to her and then explained to my friend the patter I see in her around specific holidays and no matter how crappy things seem to be, she’s always able to thank God for stuff.
After a few moments, she said that it could be possible that she’s under attack. She then made a comment that it was strange that I was bringing this up. Why is this strange? Because I don’t talk about religion, spiritual beliefs and things of that nature.
Changing things up just a bit (don’t worry, all of this ties into my dream) ….
So, B met my parents in the middle of March. At one point during his visit, I gave a deep sigh and asked him what we were going to do. And the question didn’t need to be explained to him because he was obviously thinking the same thing….what were we going to do in order to be closer to each other (for those that might have forgotten/didn’t know, B and I are in a long distance relationship).
It will be a year in June that B and I went on vacation together. Which started the thoughts of whether or not we should being in a relationship. Which led us to starting a relationship in July. We scheduled little weekend get aways, but after each time we’ve seen each other, it seems that I miss him more and more. So we have been trying to decide on an area where we could potentially move to and find work, etc. The problem is we both work at establishments that don’t pay us enough to pick up and move to a different area.
Lately I’ve been getting more and more irritated with work and the crap that goes on here. I really do think this place is killing my spirit little by little. So I’ve been looking for work in an area B and I said we wouldn’t mind moving to. The bad thing is, I apply and get rejections letters/emails almost within a day of applying.
Saturday April 7th, got hit with this sudden wave of depression and sadness. The thought of, “it has almost been a year and we are no closer to moving forward and by this point I thought it was suppose to get easier…not more difficult”. And while I was talking with B on Saturday, those feelings seemed to have gone away. There is just something about that guy that makes me see the brighter things in life (and for those that know me…that is a complete 180). But the moment he went to bed, those feelings hit me full force and were more intense than before.
I called my mom on Sunday to wish her a Happy Easter and she could tell something was wrong. But how do you tell your mother that you don’t know something is wrong, but things just seem off. So, I just brushed it off and said that it was just work because basically that is where my bad moods come from these days.
It was around 2pm Sunday afternoon and I still wasn’t asleep, which sucked because I had to work Sunday night. Eventually I fell asleep.
At some point in time a dream brought me to my parents’ house.
I was walking on the lawn and the barn was to my left and I was walking towards the front of the house. But as I looked at the barn and the sun was setting, I saw my younger sister tied up and she appeared injured. I was torn between running to her aid and running into the house to get someone help me.
I ran into the house using the screen door (which is hardly used) and I saw my mom sitting in her recliner. I told her that Kim was in trouble in the barn and we needed to help her. My mom just looked at me and said that some of Kim’s friends were coming over and that I should be nice to them because they were spending the night.
The inside of my parents’ house seemed to change and I said I was going to my room. But some guys that were “friends” of my sister’s seemed to appear from nowhere and were following me. I went up a flight of stairs and started walking faster to my room. But from some of the doors I passed, more of Kim’s friends appeared and they looked strange. They were normal people, except that when they moved too fast it was like I could see a shadow like figure separate from their body. Then one of her guy friends grabbed my arm and I spun out of the grasp and looked at him, getting ready to tell him off and then I saw his eyes….they were completely black. There was no white, no irises….just black.
At that point I knew that Kim’s friends were demons.
The guy that grabbed me just gave this eerie smile and tried to get me into one of the rooms that lined the hallway. But I was able to evade him and reached a different hallway where my room was. Close to my room, there were these little girls cowering behind a dresser and I grabbed them and got them in my room. As I was closing my bedroom door, a blackish gray arm with claws reached into my room and tried scratching me. The little girls screamed and I fought to close the door. As I fought to keep from getting scratched and close the door, I began to sing songs from church to calm the girls. The more I sang the easier it was for me to close the door.
After I got the door closed and locked, I looked at the little girls. There were huddled on a couch in the “living room” type area of my room. Then from two of the bedrooms off to the sides came some women that were friends of mine. They looked at me and asked if I was ok. I explained to them about Kim and what had just happened. One of them said that Fin was coming and that when he got there, we could all talk and figure something out.
Once I heard that Fin was coming, I got excited and giddy. The little girls went into a different bedroom and said that they weren’t going to leave my room. The others thought that this was a good idea. Then we all started getting ready for Fin’s arrival. The adult women and I got dressed up as if we were going to have a girl’s night out on the town. And the entire time I kept thinking…Fin’s coming!
We were all dressed and then when someone saw Fin’s car pull into the driveway, we slowly made our way downstairs. There were no demons in the hallways and I didn’t seem to care because my only thought was getting to Fin. As the women and I were half way down the stairs, there was a bar and on one side of the bar was Fin and some of his friends. I started blushing and kept looking at him. But no matter how I tried to get closer to him, I couldn’t. People that were friends of Fin and the women I was with kept wanting to talk to me and they tended to keep getting in the way.
At one point the demons were opening bottles of liquor and were trying to get everyone to drink with them. Any one that wasn’t a demon kept declining and just drank soda.
Finally, I was able to talk to Fin and we ended up outside.
I brought him to the area where I first noticed Kim tied up and injured in the barn. He looked and saw that she was tied up and hurt. I looked at him and asked him what we should do. He held my hands and told me that we would think of something in the morning. After that I told him what had happened as I tried to get into my room. He just gave me this huge hug and held me close for a few minutes. He then said that he’d escort me to my room.
Fin walked me to my room and stood in the doorway. He said that he wouldn’t come into my room because he didn’t want to cause rumors about us. But the whole time it felt like he was just waiting for the perfect time to propose. And others seemed to know it too. We said good night and that night I didn’t get attacked…it was like my room was protected from the demons.
The next morning Fin and I were some place “safe” and he made a comment about how he wanted to propose but now wasn’t the right time because of the attacks. I then asked him if maybe the attacks were designed to keep him from proposing because if we got married, it would cripple the demons. He thought about that for a few moments and said that now still wasn’t the right time, but soon it would happen.
Next we were back at the house in the “bar” and the demons were taunting us. Saying that we’d never be together and things like that. Then from one of the windows I saw Kim still tied up but hurt more than before. One of the demons just sneered and watched me. At my side Fin took my hand and said something that put me at ease. The only thing I could think of was that the demons were “gonna get it”.
Then I woke up.
The last time I had a dream that involved demons, I was rescuing someone from this hotel type thing that seemed to be made of stainless steel. And that was back in the Fall of 2006.
Never the less, this current dream left me feeling a little strange.
So what does this mean?
Was this just a dream or am I suppose to get something out of this?
Any help is appreciated.