Recent dreams containing tia page 5

I am a saved born again Jesus loving Christian. I pray, read my Bible, fear God and try to gain wisdom. I am 68 years old and it has only happened twice in my life but I am horrified and very troubled by it. Why have I had dreams that I am either satan or a satanic worshipper and follower. This has caused me great horror and trouble in my mind, heart and soul. Why would a God fearing Jesus loving Christian have such dreams? Some I have asked do not answer as if there is something they do not want to tell me. What does this mean? I am so troubled. Thank you for your truthful and honest analysis and opinion. God bless your ministry. Mike Sullivan

In my dream, I was taking a walk in a semi-wooded area. Everywhere I walked I kept glimpsing a snake that wasn't actually there. Sometimes I saw it fully and sometimes only partially. It seemed like just a vision of the snake that occurred over and over again during that walk. It did not cause fear or anything. I just woke up feeling a bit confused.

In my dream it was like dooms day Evil people where killing Christians they scared. Us killing people I saw 3 people I recordnised rihanna tried killing us almost end of my dream but we talked to her about heaven and she was a christain she started creating christain song i also saw that my grandfather died but I saw him at the end he was alive I didn't see the rest of my family I think we were left in the tribulation period

I had a dream about martial law

I had a dream i was with many other candidates. We were running away from something we didn’t see. We just know it was someone evil after us. I ended up finding a way out. The others were too scared to go with me. Then martial law went into effect over me. The troopers started closing the streets down. I found a place with others I thought was safe. I told them what happen, and they said hide. The troopers started shooting inside the place. They didn’t get me so a lady came in. I tried to manipulate her into feeling sympathetic. I Told her that i just wanted to die already. She took it literally and shot me twice. Then i ended up near some sand where there were bombs and ocean. Then behind me i saw forest of trees with a gigantic snake floating around the trees.

⁃ dance studio ⁃ dancing a song that i had learned a long time ago ⁃ practiced it for a performance ⁃ cried because i sucked at it ⁃ then went to go perform it in front of this famous judge lady ⁃ we got a high rating and were invited to perform ⁃ i was going home from the audition space ⁃ had my parents’ car, didn’t know how to drive it ⁃ halfway thru i pulled over to call my mom ⁃ a policeman approached me, i told him that i was waiting to pick up my mom and that i was 16 (i don’t have my license though) ⁃ it was too hard to drive so i picked up a mountain bike that was broken on one side from the side of the road ⁃ there was construction and huge trucks everywhere ⁃ i managed to squeeze past and was going super fast ⁃ met another cyclist on the way and she asked me how i was going so fast. i talked to her for a little while too. ⁃ was looking at tiktok (but i had morphed into a nature reporter man out of no where) ⁃ fell into a ditch that was actually a panda home ⁃ one of the pandas could talk/communicate ⁃ was talking to the panda when the tribe went under attack by gorillas ⁃ don’t really remember this part but the gorillas were trying to take the baby pandas ⁃ they entrusted the baby pandas and one of the uncle pandas to me and told me to take good care ⁃ i brought them halfway home when i turned around and went back ⁃ didn’t have an interpreter anymore but there was a panda who could interpret with signs. i told them that if they ever were attacked again to send me a signal, and that i’d come back to rescue them. ⁃ the rest of the dream is pretty hazy. crazy dream. i remember somewhat getting home. hiking through the forest too. DREAM PT 2 (a lot more hazy) ⁃ continuation of the first dream ⁃ when i got home there were a bunch of people on my street ⁃ were all a part of an institution and i joined too ⁃ originally very fun and games ⁃ people were drawing lots to see who would sleep where and have access to what - was inside of my house ⁃ i remember our shoes being removed and being put on the balcony under a red fabric roof ⁃ there were more than 18 floors because i remember the lucky number for the lots being 18 ⁃ separated from preston who went into another group- was sort of my protector amd ended up with this other lady girl and another girl that i vaguely knew from my middle school (was in a grade below me) didn’t know the lady at all but conditioned to feel safe with her ⁃ the three of us slept in the same bed i remember waking up in the middle of the night and seeing the two bodies morphing together. I didn't see the middle school girl at all after that ⁃ at night it became a lot more gruesome and over time it was bad (will explain further later) ⁃ in the mornings ⁃ had to wear white and red tracksuits to differentiate from each other (the groups) the tracksuits reminded me of prison tracksuits ⁃ couldn’t talk to people who weren’t in your group or you’d be taken away ⁃ couldn’t interact at all ⁃ had to complete tasks every day ⁃ i remember not being able to do the electrical task (used my body to connect the wires, almost died) the lady was annoyed with me because I couldn't do the task on my own ⁃ at night everyone was put in this individual chamber in their minds (different for everyone) and it was red and dark ⁃ there were ropes and weird scary shit in the room and the room would progressively get lighter and lighter as time went by ⁃ the goal was to avoid looking at this one light- it was oval and shaped like a keychain of sorts. if you looked at it you’d be removed from the people that you were with (aka killed) ⁃ cut to a theatre with red chairs and a big screen ⁃ i was watching (in 3rd person again) 3 people talk to each other in the theatre ⁃ then all of a sudden there were bubbles and a kiss and then i went into the head of one of the people (i think the bubbles were some sort of inhibitor) ⁃ had to avoid the specific light again but this time the setting was much different ⁃ instead red of a room with ropes, this person’s room had their mom lying down and they had to do their best to look away from the light that was near their mom (was always placed randomly) ⁃ that’s as far as i can remember

Recently I dreamed that my car was in the auto shop, & I was going to get it out. On the way there a guy gave me a ride & then invited me to attend his church. I said okay, & shortly after arriving at his church I discovered that a number of their church practices were what Christians call "false teachings". While I was there I also saw two young & very pretty girls who were both NAKED! This was not like any other dream of seeing naked people. Usually, I can't see much, but this time I got a PERFECT VIEW of them! Then when I went to the restroom I discovered that there was no door or even walls. I had to be naked in front of a bunch of people, but was not bothered by it! Not the usual for me. After that, someone told us that we had to get rid a lot of trash that was in the church. There was a lot of paper trash shoved underneath a table & it took a while to get it all. Next we had to clear out a lot of metal trash. We managed to fill a huge, huge trash bin. I left with the idea that since that church taught a lot of false doctrine, that they might also be abusing people too (think Waco & David Koresh)! I also thought I might should bring things to the attention of law enforcement, but doubted that it would do any good. Then I got a call from my mom (deceased by the way) telling me that my dad (also deceased) had been out riding my sisters bicycle (trashed decades ago) when he got hit by a train. The train people offered to get the bicycle fixed & my mom needed me to pick it up at a (different) auto shop. So I went there & found the manager in his office kissing his secretary. The secretary had removed her shirt, & once again I saw everything! Afterwards, I got the bike to my parents who were staying in a small, slightly run-down place provided by the bicycle insurance company. I woke up before I could get my car or get back to those pretty (& naked) girls. I should also mention that I am 65 & retired.

I dreamed on the one having the leiscerbettian keys

In a room full of elderly women trying to transport ourselves to a certain location but one has dementia and cannot quite say the right words until I coach her and we get the when we do we are not in same building as I remember has grown larger with many floors, looking down from upper floor I see in the parking lot is a clever message( can't remember message) I recognize done by a former collegue. I have a baby with me and looking for a bottle of milk as I run across her working there.

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".