Dreams And Visions: Sunday, October 21, 2018

Sunday, October 21, 2018

Dream:

I was at an outdoor café/diner in the Middle East somewhere. I came and set at a table where a man who, in the dream I thought was a friendly acquaintance. There was a person, a man, standing behind him to his right, a bodyguard I would guess. The man I came to see said something that I took as a lighthearted joke. I made a humored gesture. The man got a stern look in his eyes. It seems we then had a discussion that I do not remember.

I was then in a room set up like a café/diner from that area, sort of, but there was no one else there. The son, 40ish, of the man I talked to, came to me and had a foot long rod in his hand with a weight built into one end. He said I had disrespected his father and I was to be punished, I had the sense they were Muslim. I asked him what he was talking about. He said that I had been charged with cursings and slanderings, and disrespecting an important member of the community, his father. I told him I never even spoke. At this, he added several other like charges to the list and told me I could either be hit in the mouth with his weighted rod, or suffer being beaten nearly to death by him and the half dozen other men in the room. He was oddly calm while speaking to me. I looked at him and told him this would not go quite as well as he was expecting it too. More men started coming into the room.

I then walked into what I can only describe as a Middle East night spot/club, but from an older time it seemed; it was about 10 p.m. A man came up to me and asked me if I was _____________; I don’t remember the name. I said I was, at which time I was allowed into another room, an office of sorts. I began looking for information about the people and place I was in. It was now night time. The man who threatened me came in all of a sudden with the rod in his hand and a few men coming in from different doors.

How I was laying on the ground, early morning after daybreak, in a lot that was a junkyard somewhere near the night spot I was at. There was an old open top 50’s style washing machine with a blue basin and off white legs near me. I was unharmed and did not know how I had gotten there. The same man with the rod was coming toward me with other men coming from other directions. I thought, how am I going to get out of this? My only recourse was to fight; running would do no good.

Then I was in a cavernous concrete room, somewhere underground. I was on the ground and against a wall. Everyone I saw only had large white loincloths on. They seemed to all be tormented slaves of some type. People, all men of huge but odd proportions. Some were very tall; 8, 10, or even 12 feet. Some, many appeared rather fat, but had deep cuts across their abdomens that had healed as large chunks of protruding flesh. It was one of the most bizarre sights I had ever seen. One of the shorter men, 8 feet tall and with a huge girth, and cut abdomen, came from behind me and said, “This is what we are going to do to you,” as he pointed to three newer slaves walking down an aisle from our right to our left. They were huge and disfigured. I think I was by far the smallest person there. I started to physically cringe and ball up, but something inside of me firmly said, “No!”

Then I awoke. The dream series felt like a demonic warning; that I am about to step into their territory and they will not have it. Well, the gates of hell cannot prevail against those who are in Christ Jesus.

I believe I am about to step into something much spiritually deeper, and I will have to walk with the LORD GOD in order to go where I am to go. I believe these dreams were warnings, trying to scare me, terrify me, into backing off and turning around. I will do my best to follow Holy Spirit in the steps Abba Father has ordered for me. LORD Jesus has already paid the full price for my victory. Now, it is up to me to walk in it.

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