I had a dream when I was in my late teens that it was very late at night and I was coming home and entered through the front door of a house we lived in at that time. The internal floor plan differed in the dream from reality in that the door across the living room opened to the hallway, but in the dream it opened to a kitchen. In the dream the door to the kitchen was open. Still standing in the living room I could see the back wall of the kitchen and on that wall was a board with two pegs. On those pegs were two hand towels. First one towel began shaking then the other. I was afraid at first but then became angry. I yelled at the rags to "Stop it!" But they just shook harder. I grew enraged and advanced toward the kitchen to stop those rags myself. As soon as I reached the door, it slammed in my face. It was locked hard. I heard what sounded like dinosaurs fighting on the other side of the door. I stepped back and saw light and shadows coming from under the door as two powerful entities fought it out. Then the noise stopped and no more activity. The door then opened and on the floor under the pegs were bits and pieces of torn rags. I awoke. I have always felt the Lord told me not to directly fight the Liar of all liars, but said "Stay back! I got this son."
In the flesh we are no match with Satan as he will try to devour you. I had a friend that thought he could fight Satan on his own and ended up in the hospital. He learnt a valuable lesson as the battle belongs to the Lord.