DREAMS, DREAMS, DREAMS

Some are amazing and some are not.  Read no further if the latter concerns you.

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I think I would wake less tired if I didn’t have a second life in dreams. Last night was a bad night. My brain, I think, is on “overload” – how many challenges in the day time can one handle, let alone all the wee hours of the night.

Studies reveal dreams are only brief moments before we wake, but I beg to differ with that theory. Step into my head and you will find a lifetime in the shadows of the silent hours of that time which is supposed to regenerate mind and body.

I am exhausted this morning for many reasons. Residual effects of the broken back can sometimes leave me in physical disarray, particularly in the morning after a special day of pain and trials. Some mornings I open my eyes, only to close them, because I know movement will be such a challenge.

This morning I spent the night clearly in the repetitive hell of memory brewing a fresh horror, more like “the continuing story of the nightmares of my life”. I know because I remember everything distinctly. Sometimes for days, sometime for years. I can close my eyes and re-enter the dream exactly where I first transferred from sleep to opening my eyes.

I was in a hotel room. A large hotel that I could peek out the door and look \a long way down the line of rooms…but it wasn’t just a hallway. It was a small street with no vehicles and cobblestone. I was not afraid. It was decent, nice even. Though I remember looking out the window near the bed, and there was an alley or small street, dimly lit. I closed the curtain quickly because wisdom told me it was a better choice than peering into that particular area.

My clothes were hanging neatly in the closet across from the sink. It was next to a locked door that led to the next room. I checked to make sure it was locked.

I write about my dreams for the same reason I always write. I write because I love to do so. I want to share wisdom gained by working through the mucky times, and climbing up the ladder to see clearly all around. It feels like she is prodding me to share some of the help I feel still holds me up from the bottomless lake we all paddle around in for so much of our lives.

I write about the dreams like last night simply to release them from my mind, else wise they would keep activating in my consciousness. I aim to keep them powerless over the present and real strength.

Evil sometimes dies, but the stench of spiritless creatures, particularly if they ended in trauma,
can affect our minds….if we allow them too. For evil is present and gaining strength for the moment……

Rape and abuse are so invasive. They are injuries that are the most difficult to heal, and some of the most heartless attacks on the innocent. So was it for me in that alternate world last night.

None of us are pure. With one exception. However most of us at present do not have evil residing in a permanent place within us. Try as they may, the legion, we have the power to overcome and rise above – ANYTHING.

I was accosted again in this dream. Twisted, and worked like warm clay ready to mold. From the inside of my head the confronter was as clear as this moment and wore a suit of silk and mohair. He seduced me with his presence, for he came in cognate and wore “calm and true”, to once again fool and apprehend me. I knew this evil spirit before but was told years ago he had ended when he committed suicide.

By the time I recognized evil it was almost too late. Much of the dream need not be revealed. There is an abundance of horror presented to us every day as “news”. Use your mind to create offensive and abrupt deliverance of evil, if you so choose, or give it only a flip of a thought and move forward with me in this dream I hope I won’t visit again.

A change of time and I found myself loading the gun I carried with me. Sitting outside under a small tree was the creature void of any good spirit – Evil once again sat with someone else (he had already molested a child, and an elderly couple). There are many methods of molestation and all are evil. He was still wearing the suit of silk and mohair.

The most insidious crime of evil is involving a child.

I took out the gun, loaded and cocked it and aimed my shot. I still hear it whirring through the air. I thought it was targeted as a direct hit, a hit to kill, but apparently I was off just a hair as when the ambulance came I saw his head lift slightly and his eyes open for a moment as they carried him off. Another “someone” he fooled, was walking next to him. He was adoring him, fully engulfed in his deceit.

The next moment I found myself tearing clothes off the hangers and throwing things into a suitcase. I knew I would be blamed and with only a few understanding, would be taken off to be imprisoned.

My sister appeared and she knew. As I stopped for a moment I took a breath and closed my eyes. When I opened them I was laying in bed stiff from the pain, from the tips of my toes to the bottom of my head. I closed my eyes and returned….I opened my eyes and jolted up…..trying to breathe and relax those permanently injured parts of this human body. I walked to the kitchen. Stopped to say hello to the dog, got a cup of coffee, and here I sit, finishing the record of my dream life when asleep.

I am better now. Releasing is urgent so as not to have a buildup of evil residing from within.
I am fortunate to have faith in the power given to me by the Holy Spirit. It is real and as I activate the power through breathing in new life, I deactivate evil by now placing it far away and behind me.

Onward and upward I go.

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