Message #32369

[guest88]

You and I, and any other guest or member reading this post understands that dreams often speak to us in symbols. Recently I've had very trying dreams, and I would like to add that sometimes answers don't come until later. At times it is easy to interpret our own dream, if we have no context however, it can be something completely different. And what a trip it is to learn of information we'd not known in our waking lives whilst in the dream world. I can say without a doubt this has happened to me- until it happens to you, you'd only be a skeptic. And who could blame you?

With that said, I'll now regress into the most recent with the hopes someone could help me interpret something. First, examples.
The last two nights I've had dreams where I am fighting my family. First my Dad and the next night, my Sister. I couldn't understand it because our relationship is in good status in the waking world. Only recently, by sitting in between their cross fire did I realize it was an energetic exchange between the two of them that I had witnessed and experienced in advance on a dream level. Could God have been protecting me, or Spirit preparing my mind to pay witness rather than accept the energy at a personal level?

Well last night I had a very interesting dream. It seems, at times, I have very gory and detailed dreams. This is one of them. I'd also like to note it's the first time I've ever dreamt of meeting Satan.

I dreamt I ate a bat and threw up. I traveled on a train between worlds that slaughtered pigs. I saw them dismember and organize membranes from each stringy corpse that slid down a chute. Earlier in the dream I was forced by a group of people to help summon Satan. I didn't do it, instead I assumed the yogic childs pose while Satan walked around and inspected his followers. I remember later how happy a man was in our group to be going to hell. At one point I realized Satan was messing with my friends and I confronted him. I tried looking into his eyes, he himself would not make eye contact. I wanted to see if we shared any part of our being. He was afraid to look into my eyes. It was then when he appeared to me as an alien child abusing psychic powers... On the train ride by the end of the dream I think I was trying to rescue a friend. On one world I was a poor boy. On the train ride to another world they fed and clothed my group to make us something else and this woman wanted to capture my personality on a computer. I didn't eat the food or accept the fancy clothes and I did not trust the woman.