Dreamweaver

I have had many dreams over my 68 years.  Many of them seem like they are movies with me playing myself.  Some of them border on the strange side, but I had one the other day that was the biggest, baddest nightmare ever.  I don’t wish this dream on anybody.

It started like I was being enticed by third parties, most of whom were unknown to me, to do things that were out of character for me.  For example, I was asked to steal some items in a store, but I refused.  I was told that the storekeeper would not see me and there would be no consequences.  But I still refused.

After a series of attempts by others to get me to do certain things and after continuing refusals, I was told that I played a role in the attempted suicide of a NCIS agent that I worked with at the Navy Yard in Washington DC.  I visited the agent in an effort to find out what had happened, but I was not allowed to talk with him and was shuttled off to a dark room.  I saw a tunnel and I got in it.

Then the police came and told me to come out of the tunnel since I was under arrest.  I refused.  They came in and pulled me out.  Then they strapped me to a seat that was attached to a conveyor or train rail.  I started moving around like I was on an amusement ride at Disney World.  It took me to scenario after scenario, but they were hardly amusing.

In one scene, I was approached by a sinister figure who said that he would free me if I simply agreed to follow him.  I refused.  He hissed like a snake and told me I was a fool.  I would be tortured and would finally give in to him, so why not make it easy on myself and avoid the pain?  I refused.  He advised me that all I had to do was agree to follow him.  What harm was there in that?  I refused.

And then the pain started.  My back felt like it was breaking.  My arms and legs were stretched like a rubber band.  My eyes were burning like a hot poker was in them.  My skin was being burned off my body.  The nails were being pulled out one at a time.  The pain was excruciating.  I had never had pain like this in a dream.  It seemed so real.

Then I cried out for God.  I had attempted to fight this demon by myself and was losing the battle, so I realized that I had to bring God into my dream to save me.  It worked.  As soon as I called out for God to enter me, I woke up.  My wife was awake next to me since my calls for God woke her up.

The thing that really shook me up was the aches and pains that I continued to have all throughout my body.  It was like I had actually been tortured by some devilish creature.

I had never called on God before to help me in my dreams.  I suppose that was the lesson.  We cannot fight Satan and the powers of evil by ourselves.  We might believe that we can, but that is exactly why pride is a sin.  It is only by allowing God into your soul that you can fight the forces of darkness and chaos.