Saturday, February 21, 2009

All I Have To Do...

I just woke up.  Stayed up later than usual with friends, after a great church leadership meeting.

I'm discovering a pattern here; when I can sleep a decent amount of time - like more than six hours - I remember my dreams.

And they're really...well, strange might be the operative word.

Here's what I remembered this morning:  I dreamed of satan.  He was real, tangible, literal.  I was in a home with bunch of teenagers, and satan roamed around upstairs.  Occasionally somebody went up to that floor and stumbled around, got beaten up, was thrown back downstairs - but in my dream it was understood that is was on me to do battle. I was responsible for putting this guy in his place, for protecting those with me in the house.  I went upstairs a few times and managed to get out alive by shouting or screaming "Jesus".

We gathered all the teenagers together, ostensibly for some sort of rehearsal, but I grabbed the leader/pastor (someone like Brian, but not Brian) who was fixated on putting together the stage platform.  I insisted that we address the reality of the enemy and the spiritual battle that was right in our midst, rather than go through some rehearsal.  At that point, satan - who looked like some sort of intense,  winged transformer - very red, dark, and angry - came into the room with all of us.

Nobody was really scared.  You'd think we'd experience abject terror in the presence of such evil.  But it was if everyone didn't think enough of him to even react; like he was just another fictionalized object, a distraction.

And then someone went out of the room to fight with him, and they didn't come back.  And he did.  I stood in front of him and began to say "Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!", to state various scriptures ("Greater is he who is in me...")

It seemed to do minimal damage, but he left me alone.

John Starkey was in my dream; he took a phone call and announced that Matt Turner was in the hospital and we needed to pray for him.  Someone called me into the hallway to try to help the girl who had gone upstairs...

Then I woke up. 

Very strange.  I can connect the dots to the reality of my life today....just a bit....

Anybody want to take a stab at dream analyzation?  Go for it.

3 comments:

YesNoMaybeSo said...

Wow this was a very intense dream! I don't think I'm qualified to interpret it, but to me it sounds like you have a lot of spiritual strength and faith! This dream reminds me of Proverbs 10:29-30. Although evil might come, it will not last!! I pray that things are alright and that you and your loved ones remain protected. Really, I am. Love you!

Bill said...

.....too much pizza....too late in the evening does it for me every time!

Patty P said...

Whoa. This is a very complex dream that any psychologist would have a field day with. I'd say it points out your growing recognition of the reality that we face every day. Evil is there with many faces. And it wants our souls. Only through standing on the blood of Jesus Christ can we hope to stand a chance against the adversary. But as you know, his power is limited and his days are numbered.