We are the Dreamers of Dreams

I know that I dream.  It's a proven fact that we all do...but that for most of us, when we wake up, the memory of that dream is less important to other brain functions, so we forget the dreams.  I almost NEVER remember my dreams, except when they are the weird 'dozing dreams' I often have.

I am a very light sleeper, and typically, if I don't have to be up and am still tired, but my husband is up, I have this dozing/waking cycle, that brings on the strangest dreams, and I usually remember them.  I would swear I was taught at some point that we only have dreams when we're in the deepest of sleep - and yet - I dream.  I have often thought this is when Satan tries to attack me, because I have frequently had extremely terrorizing dreams that will leave me shaken for the rest of the day...or fearing the night.  But at night...no dreams.

Today, however, was a turning point.

I was in that half awake/half asleep place, and of course, the entire dream was so real.  In my dream, I was in bed sleeping, when I heard the Jehovah's Witness who comes to our home at the front door.  I don't recall if she knocked, but I DO recall that she just came in, and was calling my name.  I jumped out of bed (because really - what the heck - you don't just walk into somebody's house), and met them on the stairs. Normally she brings one other woman with her whenever she stops by, but this time, there were 5 of them.  I think there were 2 men, and 3 women, all dressed very nicely.  I don't remember the name of the JW - let's call her Julie - she looks like a Julie.  Anyway - Julie starts walking up the stairs toward me, and she says "Tracy, we've been very concerned about you, so we've come over here to do something about it."

From the deepest part of me, this urge welled up, and I just started calling out the demons in each of them.  Now - let's be clear here - I do not under any circumstance consider myself skilled at spiritual warfare - but in this dream - I had NO FEAR.  I called the demons out of them, and was not at all afraid of what happened at that point - but they did each react, and in the end, ran away.

At that point, there was some kind of chase involving cars - but I remember only one thing - I was victorious, I had no problem calling on Jesus, specifically the blood of Jesus, to protect each of those people and drive away the spirits within them.

Can I just tell you, that is something I have always held a pretty big fear about?

So - yes - I know - there is a major difference between facing something like that down face to face - in the flesh.  BUT - my spirit HAD NO FEAR.

It's a first for me, and it felt great.

Now, if I could just get a little more sleep!! ;-)