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I am with Mom and Makayla in what seems to be a grocery store. The store seems very large and open, spaced out, with high ceilings. We are walking and Mom starts saying something. Her words slowly become incoherent and at first Makayla and I find it funny until I see a confused look in Mom’s eyes. I then become worried and panicked, thinking she’s having a stroke. She then becomes silent and sort of freezes up. I attempt to call 911 but it won’t go through.

Me and another person were in a car. We were both preteens, and we were on our way to pull a heist or something of the sort. We were stopped by an elderly policeman because I was an underage driver. I saw myself having options on how to deal with the situation. I felt like I have been here before and picked the option to trick the policeman and escape. I also saw an option to beat him up with a blunt object. I decided to pick the latter out of curiosity. I hit him several times as he got more and more agitated and didn't see fazed by being hit, but he finally collapsed, although he didn't suffer any physical damage. I felt bad so we hauled him to the hospital.

The doctor thought we were just helpful kids. LIttle did she know that I caused this. She said that the man had suffered a stroke. So I suppose he didn't get hurt at all from being hit. Jeez, who's this guy, old Superman?

A dream ends with my mother's death by self-inflicted head wound, in a scene comparing her to a woman who'd shot others in order to protect the family; this is followed by several false awakenings in which my IRL sisters and I realize we've all had that same dream and argue over whether to go check on her - S. was against waking her. (There was also a room behind S. that I recognized as out of place, though I rationalized it away.) In the last false awakening we finally do check on her, and the head wound turns out to have been a metaphor for a stroke she experienced in the night; I go to call 911, only to have her stop me and explain that the stroke is also a metaphor - she removed something from her mouth which had been distorting her speech and features.

(Woke up. Back to sleep.)

I'm in a field looking at scarecrows tied in place with gold that shines in the sunlight. I've just been hearing a story about how they got here - they were people once. Dead now. There's a mist starting to come down from between the mountains at the far end of the field, as it always does at this time of day though I've never been here to see it before, and I'm watching it make spiraling patterns in the sky. It's very beautiful.

As Spike, I'm sitting in a classroom that Buffy's gang is using to talk about an apocalyptic threat - something involving a demon from another dimension - I'm annoyed at how blasé they are about it. I'm aware this is normal for them, but it's something that shouldn't be normal for anyone. It's as if they're not taking a warning seriously.

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!!!!!

So this dream came after I woke up in the morning, about 9:30 am and it was over at 9:38! I was totally awake on my bed checking around, listening to my parents in the other room and I suddenly lost consciousness and fall asleep in a REM state.

I am in a taxi with a friend who goes to a totally different destination usually every morning, but dreams have no logic anyway. Inside the taxi there are girls, unknown DCs but fit the style of stupid teenage girls anyway, so they were realistic. The taxi driver plays an active role aswell.

So we start talking about things like where are we going, I'm at the same time looking through the window plaecs I know, and we are on the move. Sometime in the dream the taxi driver asks "are you good students?" meaning of course if our grades are high. And my friend said something like "yes we are good students, in fact we're great students! Our greatness is measured in piles of shit!" Then I laughed like crazy.

Immediately, a dizzy feel got my head like I was on LSD or something and I got terryfied because I thought it was reality. I thought "wait a sec what is this? I didn't eat anything weird in the morning, why am I high? Is this a stroke?" And after that I woke up with a rap song in my ears.

Really terrifying and exciting aswell because it was an immediate REM induction like I fell unconscious or something and woke up 15 minutes later or so! Cool experience!

I was in an underwater world where people travelled by these strange sorts of cages, when i noticed i was underwater i panicked but a DC told me it was ok because they changed my lungs, i decided not to take any chances and hold my breath, so for a while i was being pulled around by those strange cages and then i was on the highway beside my home ( this is it, therre a 50 m drop beneth it http://www.atmb.net/IMG/jpg_ROUTE_AP...TUNNEL-1-2.jpg ) and i was grinding a rail down the middle in my shoes, i alipped and fell on my nuts , i looked down and saw my pants were torn and my b*ll sack too, then i'm at the swimming pool and my coach says i'm fine and gives me some morphine, i walk around there for a while then my coach comes up to me and says "show me your motor functions" so i started saying numbers but then i couldn't control it and the left side of my face goes numb and limp, i understand i'm having a stroke. I hold out my hand to him with my fingers spread and say five , i look at my hand and see i actually do have 5 fingers then my dream fades to black