memorable

Its been at least a month since I last logged in. I've been busy taking care of my husband Adam. Its been 3 months since his stroke, and he is healing in every way! Starting from the spirit and working down to his toes!!

9 days ago Adam was baptized right here in the campground where we live, just outside our door. it was 2 days after that, that I had the dream I will remember til my last breath.

I was driving my car, me and Adam were going to the bank. I parked outside our bank and we both got out. Outside the entrance to the bank were 4 street musicians, each playing an instrument (I think 2 were stringed, 2 were flutes). They looked well dressed and normal, like you would see performing on a street corner,except these men all had red skin. Adam ignored them and walked straight into the bank (he would never in real life ignore a musician, because he is one). But it was like he didn't even register that they were there. I walked up to them, stood close to them. Up close I could see that their red skin was covered in rolls of wrinkles, boils, and blisters. I knew what they were, but I wasn't afraid. The one closest to me leaned forward, still playing the stringed instrument he was holding, and began to speak to me. Deafness washed over me. I didn't hear the music or what it said to me. This was a band of demons, expelled out of Adam when he was baptised. I calmly but firmly said "Get back - Jesus has him."

Instantly it was pushed back from me, and I was 30+ feet from the entrance of the bank with an angel on each side of me. I was surrounded by their light and I could hear the lights warmth (I know that sounds weird, hearing warmth, but I cant describe it any other way). I wanted to be with Adam,so I was instantly in the bank. No walking required. The inside was simply a white room. People were walking around, some with their head down, some talking to their self, others interacting. Very few were talking to other people. Some people were in line, some were at the front of the line. I found Adam in line and joined him,and from there, he wrapped his arm around me and we talked about what we needed to do while we were in town.

The white room I think, represented people who love God. Some of them were quiet and not talking to others, instead keeping counsel with their own self, refusing to let go of the self....walking head down,ashamed to be known for their love for God. Others in line were waiting for direction, listening and following in obedience, living in tune with God, they knew their old self was dead. It was sad to see how many Christians were wandering with their head down, hiding, hoping not to be seen.

This was the most powerful dream I've ever had. It was lucid, and at the same time simple and clear. I'll never forget coming face to face with the demon that once inhabited my husband. it wanted him back....it spoke to me because Adam wouldn't acknowledge it - which is because Adam COULDN'T see it after he was baptized. I know when the deafness washed over me,it was pleading with me -- so it could get Adam to make him fall, make him doubt....

WE'VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU, SATAN.... YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM OR ME ANYMORE!!!! God's building Adam up from scratch since his stroke, and building me up as well - and what ever comes of it will be for Gods glory,so BACK UP!!!!!

Had another flying dream, but this time I was near my sons school, it was night, and there was some sort of evil thing I was battling. Objects, big heavy ones, were thrown at me by something unseen, and I dodged them all. The road under my feet changed, but I remember I would just change direction to stay on it. Then I jumped up into the air and spread my arms to fly, and it was like pushing through invisible mud. I did it because I had to find my son. Found him, landed beside him, and woke up.

The mind of my daughter is a beautiful, bright place. ("flying with my daughter" shows that).
The mind of my son, is just....whew....dark and scary. I wish I could rescue him from THAT.

I haven't watched any documentaries on ancient Egypt lately, so I have no idea why I dreamed about a Pharaoh. But anyway.

I remember the bald headed Pharaoh, the apparent "wife" wearing dreadlocks down to the shoulder, skin much darker than portrayed in movies. Appeared a little greasy, but this was the norm. I saw a maiden, servant girl and a very young heir (little boy wearing a loin cloth/skirt), who I was chasing after. The servants wore dark red/burgundy with leather belts for clothing. The royals wore white trimmed in a edge of blue, with gold everywhere manageable. Pharaoh spoke to me and made eye contact, which for some reason did not seem strange, even though I was not a royal. He was very cordial, pleasant, not the prick I would expect. I remember something about a mosaic, tile, wall-sized "painting" that Pharaoh was giving his directions on what he wanted, and a floor rug that was rolled up and carried to another room, and the walls were teal blue. OK, so.... the king was decorating.

And I promise. All without the aid of any "dream enhancer."

I'm pretty sure I know the hidden meanings, but I want to write it down anyway, cause parts of it are so darn weird.

It started out, with me being about 4-5 years old. My mother even had her 70's hairstyle and she was young again It was night time and I had a twin sister (IRL I dont even have a sibling, let alone a twin). Somehow I found out when I was 5 that I had my right leg cut off just below the hip (mid thigh say), I was walking around on a prosthetic leg (ugly plastic barbie doll leg made for "5 year old me"). Then I was healed - suddenly my natural leg was back under me, and no one wanted to tell me that I had once even lost my leg or worn a prosthetic - it was like "pretend it never happened", but somehow I learned that this whole thing had happened, I had a moment of lucid realization (wow, shocker to hear that at a lucid dreaming forum), and suddenly I was filled with exhilaration because I knew about this, and I knew I wasn't supposed to know about it. For some reason, the "missing leg" also included a "missing twin sister", they were somehow connected. Dream changes.

I'm in a strange little dress shop, filled with ORANGE, and in-your-face colorful clothes that I wouldn't be caught dead in. A friend of mine named Ace was there, and he had something in his hand, looked like a tiny galaxy but it was a tiny black hole/vortex that was sucking everything, even light, he was catching these things, they were quite a few of them hidden in the clothing of this shop, and we were going around finding them. I was cautioning him about touching them, saying "You might lose a leg doing that so be careful" and I'm telling him my story about how I had to wear a prosthetic leg as a child (YEH, mind fucked me, the dream from before was now a back story to this one and whats hilarious is that in this segment of the dream, I was aware that my story was from the previous dream).

Dream switched and we were hiding in a huge building, like a school, only we were hiding in a stairway that went UP, and DOWN, and you couldn't see the ceiling or floor. There was a window so you could see outside, and the weather was rainy. There was fog all around, sometimes even in the stairway. I felt like I had to get something, so I woke up.

Prosthetic leg/losing a leg

• not having a leg to stand on
• feeling crippled
• losing my partner, watching him die makes me feel alone and I'm scared
• losing part of myself
• my mom being gone
• feeling like i cant make it on my own

Tiny black holes

• living life with no hope for tomorrow
• playing with fire
• feeling out of control
• feeling like I can't stop it
• fighting to control an unstoppable force of nature

Colorful clothing

• having to "put on" a persona in order to survive
• spiritual armor

hiding in the stairway with no end to up or down in sight

• its the best thing to do when you cant move or do anything
• waiting for a direction so i can move with it

I don't know what triggered the stream of, DAYS in a row, of lucid dreaming that happened every night for probably 4 days in a row. Rereading the info found here about WBTB, thats probably the state I was in, sleeping in the cold, on the floor, unable to really rest, so I kept waking and drifting off....back to back all night. But, you know what? When I was asleep in my dreams, I felt SO rested! I was energized, alive, and it was so real I even saw things in some strange 3-D, just like it was really happening.

I don't know the dates of these dreams, but I can narrow them down to the week of February 7-14.

Everything from me and Adam having wild sex in a public place, to having a dream of eating with chopsticks, to FLYING - its been YEARS since I had a flying dream. I was dipping and swooping and diving, in a spin, and enjoying the freedom.

Due to 1)not being online at the time, and 2)being worried about just surviving day to day and where we would lay our heads the next night for 6 weeks, coming here to tell others about it was the last thing on my mind. I have missed this place....

When I went to bed last night I was congested, so thats probably why I didn't sleep good/kept waking up....and I remember my dreams so well because I kept waking up go figure. (And the cycle continues).

The dream I remember the best was the last one. In it, Adams wife had stroked out, and I was taking care of her until she died. (IRL Adams wife died 2 years ago, quite suddenly, of a heart attack at only 48 yrs old).