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Monday Dec. 14, 2009

 

The earliest part of the dream that I remember is waking up in a room with my wife laying next to me in bed. I sat up and noticed the ceiling shimmering or moving. It did not feel right, very uneasy. I decided to rebuke it. I said, "I rebuke you in the name of Jesu.." I could not say the name of Jesus. It felt as if my throat were constricted and I could not form the last of His name. I started again, "I command you in the name of Jesu.. to go straight into the pit and do not go into any of my family or friends. I command this in the name of Jesu.." Every time I came to the name of Jesus, I could not finish saying His name. Then I felt something rubbing my back and, I woke up. I stood up and noticed the ceiling moving again. I went to the middle of the room and started to rebuke the demon  again and still could not say the name of Jesus.

 

This sequence went on several more times until I became aware that I was still asleep. The next time I woke up in my dream, I was in a very large room that went around a corner at the far end. It was shaped like an L. I was standing in the middle of what looked like a library with book shelves all around.  I noticed that my brother was setting in a chair reading a book. I decided to walk to the other end of the room and, when I turned the corner I was standing in a bedroom with Debbie setting on the edge of the bed. I looked up and the ceiling started moving again. I went through the process of trying to rebuke the demon again with the same results. I went back around the corner where my brother was setting. When I looked at the back of his book I noticed a price tag for 3.99. I told my brother that I have to wake up 3 more times.

 

The next time I woke up, I was in a church preaching. Every time I would say something the congregation would repeat it back to me. Kind of like we were in a rhythm. During the message I started to feel uneasy and knew something was coming. I started to rebuke the demon again but still could not say the name of Jesus. Finally, I became frustrated and cried out to God to send the Angels of Way. All of a sudden these entities started flying around me and ever time they flew past a shadow, it dissipated. Then they all flew up and came down all around me. There were five of them. Incredibly tall. I think I probably came up to their waist. They had their backs to me, facing outwards in a circle. They had their swords drawn and anything that came near me, they cut down. It was awesome. Then I woke up again.

 

I know I woke up again but, I do not remember the details of that dream.

 

The last time I woke up, I was on a bus. There was a man with a black leather jacket riding a motorcycle beside the bus. The interesting thing was, he was riding the bike backwards. I went to the door and leaned out. I put my hand on his shoulder and started talking to him. I do not remember the conversation. When I looked back, there was a woman riding a bike some distance back. She was wearing jeans and a bikini top. The top was mesh see through. Then all of a sudden I was standing in front of a house asking Pete if I could ride his bike. He asked me if I had ever ridden one before. No I had not. He gave me the keys and I took off. The bike was easy to ride. After a while I came back and was trying to find a place to park the bike. Every place I looked the became slick and hard as granite. I finally found a place with a hole in it where I could put down the kick stand and I thought the bike would not fall over. however, when I leaned the bike over on the kickstand it kept going and, I could not hold it up. Then I started to feel that uneasy feeling again. I looked around and started to rebuke the demon. Once again I could not say the name of Jesus. This time I immediately cried out for the  Angels of War. They came right away and did the same as previously.

 

All of a sudden I really woke up this time. The first thing I asked my wife is am I really awake. She looked odd at me and said yes.

She stated that she had been trying to wake me up for the last 15 to 20 minutes.

 

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