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For several year as a child (about age 4-8) I had numerous recurring dreams. All of these recurring dreams were scary, except one. The non-scary dreamed started out in my bedroom, with me sleeping in my bed. The cat in the hat would fly into my bedroom through the window, grab me by the hand, and we would fly out of my window into the night. We would arrive at my first grade classroom. Several of my classmates were in the classroom and were smiling and seemed happy. The cat in the hat and I would then fly into an electric pencil sharpener. Inside the electric pencil sharpener was a winding hallway that seemed to be angled downward. There were many closed doors in the hallway, all painted different colors/patterns. We reach a rainbow colored door, and the cat in the hat and I enter through it. We end up in a room with one wall made of glass. I gaze out through the glass wall and can see my classmates playing on the playground and then the dream ends.

Sometime this morning I dreamed I was talking to a young lady encouraging her about something she was discouraged about so then after that I saw I was in my bedroom I was about to lay on the end of my bed but then I realized I wanted something to drink so I saw some grape juice in a jar on the top of the refrigerator then I looked all of a sudden there was a wall that look like a hill of dirt with a lot of smooth stones on it all around the front of my bedroom. then all of a sudden I heard a noise sound rushing from the wall that look like a hill of dirt and water began to gush out all over but the water only ran to the end of the bed and to the left side of the bedroom. my clipboard was in the water and I picked it up the I began to walk around in the water to find other papers or books that might had got in the water. but what is so strange the water never touched my bed at all. as I looked at the water the water was dark because of the color of the dirt that was on the wall on the hill but I still could see through the water. the light was still in the bedroom shining bright.

Park scene windy colors of pinks ang Green form trees and birds birds appear small but soon are big. They are flamingo type. One falls out of tree and is hurt, I walk toward it and another bites my hand and holds it. I say I want to help and it releases. Next my mom is also unconscience and needs help my mom has been dead for 3 yrs). Next. Thing I know I wake and my sis and mom are laughing and I tell them this dream. They know about it because my mom was whispering in my ear while I was sleeping.

It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.

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