Thursday, December 09, 2004

I usually don’t remember my dreams, but when I do it’s because they were vivid and odd. I was awakened at about 3:36am (by my clock) by a dream where I was being pursued by Satan’s minion at a concert. I have no clue what prompted the dream itself or the subject matter, but I was disturbed when I woke up.

I was at a concert - one of those with many artists, not just one - and it was a bunch of Christian artists, although no one specific one was in my dream. It was at an arena, but not the any of the ones I’ve been to. I was there with people I knew, but they weren’t in the dream.

I was walking along one of the hallways - it was narrow and dark and there were other people in front of me. All of a sudden this odd man stepped in front of a couple in front of me and handed them a booklet. They opened it up, glanced through the pages, and disappeared. Poof! For some reason I wasn’t too spooked yet, but I thought that was weird. I continued walking and this happened to all of the people around me until I was the only one left.

At that point, a different man stepped up to me (I don’t know where these men were coming from - they sort of just appeared) and tried to hand me a similar booklet. I refused to take it and started running. But he was always ahead of me and stopped me frequently to try to force me to take the booklet. Eventually, he overpowered me and forced the booklet into my hand. Then he started forcing my hands to open the booklet, but I wouldn’t look at it. I looked at him instead and I could see how angry he was getting.

“Look at the book!” he growled at me.

“No, I won’t,” I answered.

He turned to a page and said, “Look a page 4.”

“No, I won’t,” I answered again.

This continued several more times and then he grabbed by head and turned it toward the booklet, “Look!”

“No.”

In my peripheral vision I could make out the layout of the page and see the title on the page that he wanted me to look at. I can’t remember what the title was, but it scared me. He demanded that I look one more time, and I said, “I will not look. You cannot make me look. You cannot take me. I’m covered by the blood..."**

And then I woke up.

** the rest of that statement is “...of Jesus Christ.” But in my dream, I never got to complete the thought before I woke up. Just in case anyone was confused or thinking I was having a Carrie moment.