Dreams. (graphic & disturbing)

[AlikhnKwizad]

Several years ago I had a very bad dream. It was one of a series of very bad dreams. Every once in a while I will remember the dream and start to feel very sick. I do not know what the dream means. G-d is silent when I ask Him. I strugle with depression... and sometimes waves of loneliness, isolation, and fear come over me... and I remember the dreams... and it's hard to sleep... and I wish I had something to mellow me out. Sometimes I forget to breathe... I just stare into space... I feel such deep loss. I don't know why.

Here it is-

I'm in a wheat field with members of my family (parents, brother) and other people farther away. The sky is golden yellow- so is the air- everything a weird yellow collor. I think it is the sun. It's not in it's right place in the sky. The climate is not right (maybe just before or after a nucluar blast?) Very irrie. We are working in the field... with old farm tools... a cycle, pitch fork, etc. We did not want to be there. I have a sick feeling in my stomach that something is very wrong.

I'm walking down the hall of my college. I see one of my professors. Something happens here- I don't remember.... I'm walking out the glass doors of the hallway. They lead to an open green field (park?). I see a hispanic woman walking toward me as I walk out. She keeps looking over her shoulder- her expression is of horror... she starts sobbing. She looks at me like "Oh my G-d! Oh my G-d!" I know that's what she is thinking. I walk out to the green field to see what is going on. There are lots of students... it's a bit chaotic. They are gathering togething to watch something.

I see a green mound of earth hollowed out. It's an ariel perspective. There is a black guy and a white guy chasing each other around in circles. Everyone gathers around like they are going to fight each other... lots of cheering and yelling. (I hate fights so I of course have a knot in my stomach.)

They disappear. The grassy mound is like a coloseum. Slanted seats w/ a ring in the center. There are 2 white males (late teens or 20's) they have missles going through their bodies... stuck inside them like arrows. My sight focuses in one one. He is vomitting blood. He wants to die. The pain is excruciating... he wants to die- but he can't. Someone is tourchering (Sp?) them. I can't see who. I am crying. I feel so sick. I don't want to see this any more. I pray to G-d that He would take their life and end the suffering. It just keeps going on. They scream, fall to the ground... blood comming out of their mouths...

It becomes dark. There is a man seated high up in the arena dressed in black w/ a red arm band... spot lights... guards... like when Hitler spoke to the masses. The presence of evil is so thick in the air... the one guy that I saw up close with the missle through his body is now on a platform. He is convulsing... so much pain... then the sharp old farm tools explode out of his body- blood everywhere... blood all over me. I wake up.

Does anyone have some insight about this? I don't know why I had the dream- I don't know what it means- and I don't know why it still comes up in my mind. Thanks-

[visionary]

and detailed....such a vivid dream.. for you to remember so much...is it the same one over and over everytime or is there sutile differences that add more to the picture? Are you able to change any of it? Are you able to pray your way through the dream while you are experiencing the dream itself?

The reason I am asking is because with my first husband, I started to have dreams of his death, and prayed like crazy to have the Lord remove them. They kept happening night after night until I prayed " Lord, if you are trying to tell me something...teach me what you want me to understand." Then the dreams continued on to the funeral and its preparations, the call to his family to break the news, the reception after the funeral and other details. The dreams continued with new information and conitnued for three months. Then one morning I was under a very strong impression to go visit my mother...who lived well over 600 miles away. So because of the urgency, I told my husband that I am going to make the semi-annual trip down to let the kids see grandma and away I went. When I arrived at my mother's place there was nothing there that was urgent, for I had thought the Lord wanted me there to witness. I waited for days...nothing, so I decided that I was mistaken and started to head home, stopping at my sister's place which was half way to stay the night. While there the police tracked me down to tell me that my husband had been in a automobile accident, instantly killed....and everything after that was the dreams come true in detail. I then saw the reason that the Lord wanted me down with my family to receive the news. I also was carried through the events of the funeral and everything including conversations by their very fulfillments of the dreams. I could not function and I was in such shock that I can only say that I praised the Lord for warning me so that I could survive such catastrophic event in my life. The poem "footprints in the sand" definitely applied to me at this time.

Does this relate to your dreams? No....but that is the reasons why I question yours...

Here are the "IF"s that we can look at

- if they are from God, then the way that you answer those questions will help in seeing if it is so. Understanding may not come until the event, but know this...if it is from God, it is for your salvation, your sanity, your faith, your trust, and for you to be the person of the hour at a time such as that.

- if you are wanting to separate what you are experiencing in the dreams from your mental anxieties that come from depression... Increase your Vit B 800mcg/day, folic acid 800 mcg/day, 5-HTP 100mg/3xday, and SAM for the depression. The importance of dreams to mental health is obvious as anyone who is deprived of REM sleep can attest to.

- If it is any consultation the Talmud states, " an uninterpreted dream is like an unopened letter from God."

- If you are suffering from stomach problems like a peptic ulcer or even indigestion, it can be as simple as that.

Here are some important questions to this:

What are you doing in the dream?
What are your feelings you are experiencing in this dream?
What is your mood when you walk up?
Is there anything in your walking like that relates to the dreams?
What are the issues, conflicts, and unresolved situations in the dream that you are concerned about, besides the obvious?
Is there any insights you have gained yourself regarding the dreams?

[AlikhnKwizad]

This happened when I was about 17. I was having really gorey dreams for a few months. This was one of them. Every one was different, but it had the same theme- people being torcherd but unable to die.
One was of a little boy being disemboweled by a man in dark clothes and a black hat... it was totally satanic. (This was the first dream I had.) I had been in Deep Ellum (a place in the metroplex where a lot of culbs are) a night or two before because my husband had a gig there. I saw a man there (looked like he was 40-50 yrs. old) with a black suit, a black top hat... he was showing some kids (teens, maybe early 20's) something written in a foreign language... had roman numbers at the top... he was teaching them something... I got a very bad feeling about the whole thing. Anyway- I thought maybe the dream had to do with that guy I saw the night before.

But then more dreams came. Different people, different situations. One of the last ones... I saw a back yard. Green grass. White fence. It would have been very beautiful... but by the fence on the ground was a pool of blood and guts. That was it. And in my mind, I became aware that a slightly overweight black man had been gutted. I only saw the blood- but somehow I knew who it was (had been.) The dream lasted only a second. It was like a snapshot. I cried and cried, and I told G-d I couldn't take it anymore. There was nothing I could do to stop the killing, the pain... I asked G-d to just take it away. I didn't care if it was from Him or not. I just didn't want to see anymore.

The dream I wrote about in the first post: It happened once. I could not change anything. I was a spectator. I kept praying over and over for G-d to please just let them die. When I woke up I kept praying for them to die. I didn't know if it was about someone, somewhere being torchered right then and I was supposed to pray for them... I was very much afraid of the masses... the crowd cheered- they did nothing. Who can stop a mob of people? Maybe I had a phobia of that?

I asked G-d to give me understanding... but it got so intense I just asked Him to stop them. And He did. After I prayed that I didn't want to see any more- they stopped.

(And I am so sorry you lost your husband. I don't know if I could handle that.) I have wondered if it was G-d preparing me for something to come.

The dreams were like observations. I felt deep pain in my gut. I felt like vomiting. I felt the pain of the victims sometimes... the fear mostly. A lot of it I have blocked out. None of the people were beheaded, or had their legs cut off... it was ALWAYS a gutting, disembowelment... while they were alive.

I was experiencing a lot of spiritual warfare at the time- almost everywhere I went I was not safe. I was alone. I had no spiritual support. That time in my life passed. But I felt, empty? I don't know exactly... G-d became very quiet... I finally found a congregation. I stayed there. I was very numb. I became "normal"... I was safe... but I stopped asking G-d stuff... I stopped seeking. I was just too tired-emotionally, physically... too tired.

Then I got pregnant. I had 3 distinct dreams that I think were satanic beings threatening me and my child. Very specific. I had never had a dream where a demonic being spoke so directly to me. Oh, wait, when I was little I did... but this time it mentioned things that were happening in my life... like it knew... and it was watching.

[visionary]

Your spiritual awareness is more than normal, in the secular world they call it peranormal. Paul recognised and experienced such as did other apostles that were battling the spiritual world. All I can say is, May the Lord bless you with the spiritual armor necessary for the talents and tasks that he has put before you. May you pray for those spiritual gifts that best able you to do God's Will. May you be bless with the peace that passes all understanding. May all this come together for the glory of God. Keep both feet planted on His Word. Stand firm on God's side, for the spiritual battle is on a whole different level than which most deal with. Do not get caught up in it, but declare that God has won this battle, and understand that Satan is a defeated foe, and all you have to say is "The Lord rebuke you Satan" "Be gone in Yeshua's Name"

[AlikhnKwizad]

"The L-rd rebuke you"- ok. Well, that's what I thought... but people in our congregation say that WE should rebuke HaSatan ourselves- They say, "I rebuke you in the name of Yeshua" -is that correct?

Just as soon as things were calming down from all the dreams and stuff, I go to a MJ congregation... and they end up all being charasmatic... so, I thought they would know how to deal with some of the stuff I was going through... But then they were talking about stuff I couldn't understand and so I thought I had a total misunderstanding of spiritual things... Agh! So now I'm trying to get it all sorted out.

Anyway- thanks for your encouragment:)

[SaintGeorge]

My opinion is that your greusome dreams are just the feeble attempts of lowly and weak demons trying to annoy you. Ask Jesus to cast them out of you, and the dreams will stop if it is the will of the Lord.

[AlikhnKwizad]

I did pray for them to stop. They did.

[visionary]

May you be continued to be blessed with the loving graces of our Lord and Savior. May you be blessed with his continued leading and knowledge of all truth that you may walk in. May you be blessed with miracles for those around you and your loved ones.

[AlikhnKwizad]

visionary-

I've been thinking about what you said...

There have been distinct times in my life when G-d has felt so far away... but I have learned that during those times He is working deep within me... and He is teaching me despite the silence.

I have felt alone many times because very few have such a sensetivity to spiritual things. When I try to explain, not many understand. (I don't even understand sometimes!)

I hate chaos. I pick up on chaos in a situation very quickly. I mean spiritual chaos- when things are not functioning in the proper order- in G-d's Order. But just as soon as I get those feelings I experience extreme depression, condemnation, guilt for not being perfect... it's almost like a way to silence me. And I'm just figuring it all out. I think I'm having a revelation of some sort... the connection between times of intense depression and times I am surrounded by spiritual disfunction...

I've experienced this most of my life. Even when I was a child. It's easy to see patterns in others situations outside myself. Much harder to see them in my own life.