The Lord and Dreams

Dream On 

By Molly Noble Bull  

www.mollynoblebull.com   

Recently, my cousin told me that often when she dreams, she realizes she is asleep, resolving to take matters into her own hands by waking up. I’ve had similar experiences. Has anything like that ever happened to you? 

After reading Cecelia Dowdy’s interesting article on dreams, I decided to write an article on dreams but from a different angle. 

My first dream went like this.

Dream One: 

A group of bad guys were chasing me, and I was running. Running, running. All a once, a thought came to me.

I don’t have to run from these people. I’m a Christian.

So I stopped and turned around. As soon as I turned around, they stopped, too. I looked at them without fear and said, “I rebuke you in the name of Jesus.” 

They turned around and raced away from me as fast as they could.

I woke up. 

And as I lay there in bed, wide awake, I thought about my dream and about what some call spiritual warfare.

Dream Two:

I was standing on a wooden floor in some sort of restaurant with people seated at tables talking. There was a counter to one side, and a door was directly in from of me on the opposite wall.

I don’t know how I knew, but suddenly, I knew these people were demons. So again, I said, “I rebuke you in the name of Jesus.”

The people bumped into each other as the charged through that door and out of the café. Only one person remained—if you can call a hairless man with grayish skin a person. I wasn’t able to see him until the others left, but there he was, glaring at me.

He was shorter than a man with shoulders that wide would normally be and stockier, and he was muscled like a wrestler. Legs spread apart and arms at his sides, he wore nothing but a pair of swimming trunks, and he hadn’t moved an inch. 

I said, “I rebuke you in the name of Jesus,” a second time.

He still didn’t move.

For the third time I said, “I rebuke you in the name of Jesus.” 

Slowly, he turned. And apparently in no hurry, he walked out the door.

I woke up.

I told this story to an assistant pastor, and he said the grayish being I described sounded like the “Strong Man” mentioned in the Bible. Certainly he looked strong, but I cannot say for sure that he was the strong man mentioned in the Bible. However, he was stronger than the ones who quickly ran away.

Alone, I would have had no chance if I faced him in the real world. But in Jesus name, I can do all things because he strengthens me.

Please leave a comment. I would love to hear what you think of my dreams, and I would also love to hear some of yours.