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.