Recent dreams containing justice page 2

Eagle attacked me and then I put now I know what justices feels like

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.

I saw this little boy...or little girl...I'm not sure which. And they were in a bath and they dunked their head under the water and came back up and their arm had turned into a second baby. Left arm. And the kid tried to drown the baby that their arm turned into, reaching over with their other arm to push it under the water, and it bit the kid. The next thing I see is the kid playing in what looked like some sort of really old graveyard. Just walking in circles with a little toy before weird chantings started coming from it. And I saw these glowy people come from nowhere, looked like old soldiers, and I remember thinking "hey...the good guys are here" and they circled the child and the child said something like "demons, come into me" and they repeated the command and finished by saying "we are demon" as in singular And this child said justice, come to me and the walls and everything turned bloody, and said winter come into me and the life was sucked out of everything. Now, throughout this entire dream, I felt a type of malicious evil that I have never experienced in my life. I've had nightmares before, but I've always been relieved when I awoke from them. Not this one. The evil I felt inside that dream will never leave my mind.

I had a dream about killeng my father by someone and i need justice for him

I dreamed that I was walking with a male friend, then somehow a man shot us for reasons I don't know. My friend was hit and bleeding. Suddenly, two ferocious dogs pounced on the man and started biting him. He managed to free himself but was a bit hurt. We were relieved and thankful for the swift justice.We continued on our journey for home and a lady decided to harm us. She fired several shots at us and it seems as though my my friend was hurt again. I was sad because he was hurt before and I said to the lady "Why are you so wicked, didn't you see he was hurt? What have we done?" It became apparent that he was terribly injured and I decided to take him to the police station. I had a boyfriend but secretly liked him and when he recognized that he was so weak and maybe about to die he said "I wish there was someone who would love me at this time", I gently kissed him on the lips and he collapsed in my arms. When I got to the police station; there were two steps to enter the building and on either side was the man who first shot at us with is gun hid but visible to anyone approaching the station and the woman with several men like body guards surrounding her. I was shocked to see them but fearless and I shouted where are the REAL COPS! Both group of persons converged to hurt me but I was determined to find a way to help my friend.

A justice scale , a skeleton key and an iron rod are laying beside the scale

I had a dream about maat, eqyptian goddess of justice, who wears a single feather in her headband

I had a dream about there is no justice whatsoever in cruelty why was she cruel to the true moshiach

I dreamed on the justice

I dreamt about all i did was love god and stood up against sick injustice and you ruined my life to protect the wicked and guilty and hide your own hypocrisy