One dream I had:
I was in an abandoned building that was a few stories tall and I was dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt .There were 2 bad guys who were also wearing jeans and flannel shirts.They had people there that they were about to begin torturing and for some reason they werent going to torture me but after a minute I realized they were gonna want me to help them torture.There was no way I was going to be a part of that so I made a break for it and ran down the flights of stairs and out one of the exits.They came after me after they realized I wasnt with them.As soon as I came out of the door there was an obvious dark side and obvious light side and I ran toward the dark both to hide from the bad guys and also because I was afraid of the light.I was so extremely scared in the dream it was pure terror.Anyway I noticed the further I ran the darker and darker it got that I felt I couldnt breath so I turned around and ran towards the light .When I got into the light side I saw my white car that I had at the time crashed into the stairs of the catholic church I used to go to so I ran inside the buidling and peered through the side windows out of breath.I saw the bad guys run by as if they had no clue there was a church sitting there.I turned around and the lady in the pew in front of me said to me" we are glad youre here" .I knew immediately I was safe and I woke up .I was seriously sweaty when I woke up lol but I feel immense peace I cant explain.
Well that's kind of a strange dream, but in you learned that the light is good and there is where you find protection, so that's good.
I had the coolest dream awhile back. In the first part of the dream I was in some sort of building, kind of like an office building and then I began floating up in the air and would go right through the walls to the outside. I would then go all over the place, around the city a little but mostly up high in the atmosphere and even almost or to space. Then I would be back in the same building again and I was talking with someone. I don't know who it was, a friend, then it would happen again to me but it was more than just a floating up it. I would begin floating up, but it was faster than you would imagine floating to be, more like flying, but at first it would begin without me knowing it was coming. Once outside I began to pick direction myself even though it was still mostly up.
I realized that I could fly through the walls and be ok. It was not a destructive kind of fly through the walls where one would bust a hole in the wall but rather a passing through the walls. In the building I was telling my friend about this that I could do it and would demonstrate to them. by taking off in different directions and flying out and fly around for awhile and then return. A couple times I would fly up through the ceilings and then stop on the roof where I would walk around a little bit before coming back again. A couple times I would run off of the side of the building to show off I think, first to myself and then a couple times for my friend (whom I can't really recall their face but I sense that it was a female). I thought to mischievously scare her a little by running off of the roof as if to suicide but would then fly. I don't really remember ever returning back to the building and going in again, I would just be there and after a short while leave again.
Then I would take longer flights. I would take off both Superman style and other ways also. I flew many times. Then I remember flying high and at some point while flying high I think I got a little concerned. Perhaps the thought of what if I stopped being able to fly while high and fell. I would think of the Lord and I would get the distinct sensation of being hugged by unseen arms. This happened a few times and at some point I realized that I had the sensation of someone holding my feet and ankles while I flew.
I'm pretty sure I realized that it was the Lord, Jesus. I got more confidence then and would begin doing aerial acrobatics, rolls and stuff then recover my flight and fly up very high so I could see space.Then He was there! Jesus and we were talking. He wasn't wearing a robe, He was wearing white pants and white shirt and had no beard. I knew it was Him though. Then we would fly together, with Jesus flying beneath me and supporting my feet and lifting me up. Almost like He was teaching me to fly, but it was more than that I realized. He was teaching me to have confidence in Him. Then my confidence grew and I would begin doing more aerial acrobatics, but differently than at first. Where at first I would do rolls and somersaults while falling down and then recover my flight and fly up, now I would do them while flying up higher...and then we would be stopped again and talking. I remember being very happy and hugged Him tightly a few times drawing very close to Him. Then we fly more for awhile. At some point we began flying side by side and He wasn't supporting my feet anymore because I had realized that I didn't need Him to, that He was just with me by my side always and I knew that He always would be. EOD and I woke up./
This dream seems clear cut that it means that the Lord is teaching me spiritual things, and that He will always be with me. I have read that flying dreams always denote the Holy Spirit or spiritual things because of the flight. I'm not sure what to make of how Jesus was dressed or why He didn't have a beard, but I knew it was Him. No doubt about that.
