Abbiehaspeace
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- Mar 12, 2025
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I had a dream and I am unsure of its interpretation. It started with me being in my mom's bedroom when I received a text from a friend I haven’t spoken to in years. We’ve had a falling out, and I know he doesn’t like me, but in this dream, he thanked me for sending him a Bible. The strange thing is, I did send him a Bible in real life through the Billy Graham prayer line, but he doesn’t know I was the one who sent it, and he hasn’t even received it yet since it takes about five weeks to get to him.
In the dream, he mentioned he’d been reading Proverbs 31:10 (I think it was), and asked if I wanted to call. I was thrilled to get the text, but at the same time, I was so tired that I didn’t want to call him back right away. I remember picking up the phone, laying it down several times, telling myself I’d call later. Even though I was tired, I kept thinking about the message because I felt so happy, and there was this warmth surrounding me in the dream. Eventually, I ended up leaving my mom's room, and went into my old room, when I was a kid and danced with joy.
Now, here’s where things get a little blurry. I’m not sure if this part was part of the same dream or a separate one, but I went back into my mom’s room, questioning whether the vision I had about Landon (the friend) was real. I wondered if it had been a vision. I prayed about it, and my mom asked me to stop praying because she was cold and it was making it hard for her to sleep. I was laying on her blanket, and it seemed to be bothering her. So, I moved to ANOTHER room that I got when I was older, turned the light in my closet on, and tried to sleep, (the rest of the room was not lit)
Then, a demon appeared. It wasn’t like a literal scream, but the force of wind from its breath was like a scream. It was breathing on me, and spit was flying from its mouth. I told it, "Be rebuked in the name of Jesus," but it didn’t stop. It told me I had no authority so I said, "No, but Jesus does," but it kept going, breathing harder, and I felt overwhelmed. I then asked God to forgive me, and the force lessened, but it didn’t go away entirely. I asked again, and that’s when I woke up.
To give more context, I know the story in the Bible about the man who tried to cast out demons without authority and ended up being attacked, but I’ve had a noticeable transformation in my life since becoming a Christian. I don’t curse anymore, I no longer engage in other activities I used to. So, I’m confused about why this happened. I’ve also had an experience a few months ago that left me feeling like I’m not a Christian anymore, not in the sense that I’ve stopped believing in God. I still go to church, I still pray, and I still believe in Jesus. Nothing will change that. But that experience has made me feel like my relationship with God isn’t the same anymore. Can you help clarify this for me? I’m struggling to understand what it all means.
The dream was also filled with vivid colors. My mom’s bed sheets were blue, her walls were white. The child room had pink walls with a green trim at the top, and the last room I entered—the one I actually got as an older kid—had the closet light on, and the rest of the room was dark.
In the dream, he mentioned he’d been reading Proverbs 31:10 (I think it was), and asked if I wanted to call. I was thrilled to get the text, but at the same time, I was so tired that I didn’t want to call him back right away. I remember picking up the phone, laying it down several times, telling myself I’d call later. Even though I was tired, I kept thinking about the message because I felt so happy, and there was this warmth surrounding me in the dream. Eventually, I ended up leaving my mom's room, and went into my old room, when I was a kid and danced with joy.
Now, here’s where things get a little blurry. I’m not sure if this part was part of the same dream or a separate one, but I went back into my mom’s room, questioning whether the vision I had about Landon (the friend) was real. I wondered if it had been a vision. I prayed about it, and my mom asked me to stop praying because she was cold and it was making it hard for her to sleep. I was laying on her blanket, and it seemed to be bothering her. So, I moved to ANOTHER room that I got when I was older, turned the light in my closet on, and tried to sleep, (the rest of the room was not lit)
Then, a demon appeared. It wasn’t like a literal scream, but the force of wind from its breath was like a scream. It was breathing on me, and spit was flying from its mouth. I told it, "Be rebuked in the name of Jesus," but it didn’t stop. It told me I had no authority so I said, "No, but Jesus does," but it kept going, breathing harder, and I felt overwhelmed. I then asked God to forgive me, and the force lessened, but it didn’t go away entirely. I asked again, and that’s when I woke up.
To give more context, I know the story in the Bible about the man who tried to cast out demons without authority and ended up being attacked, but I’ve had a noticeable transformation in my life since becoming a Christian. I don’t curse anymore, I no longer engage in other activities I used to. So, I’m confused about why this happened. I’ve also had an experience a few months ago that left me feeling like I’m not a Christian anymore, not in the sense that I’ve stopped believing in God. I still go to church, I still pray, and I still believe in Jesus. Nothing will change that. But that experience has made me feel like my relationship with God isn’t the same anymore. Can you help clarify this for me? I’m struggling to understand what it all means.
The dream was also filled with vivid colors. My mom’s bed sheets were blue, her walls were white. The child room had pink walls with a green trim at the top, and the last room I entered—the one I actually got as an older kid—had the closet light on, and the rest of the room was dark.