Yesterday Michael and I started our trip that we are calling "March 2 Nebraska". It's catchy. We were put up over night at a Christian Camp Ground about one half hour away from where we spoke today.
I thought they would just put us up in a bunk house, but the acomadations were more like a hotel room with a kitenette. Everything was just great. Overnight, I don't think that I got one wink of sleap. I kept having dreams of spiritual warfare and battling deamons.
Each time I woke up I felt a little more edgy. It gets so dark out in the country and in an unfamiliar place, after waking up several times from these dreams I was a little creeped out.
One dream in particular stood out. In the dream a person told me don't go in that house. He pointed to a large building. The man in the dream said, if you go in there you will be deceived and will probably die. I looked and my family was walking in. I took off after them, but they had already entered the building.
When I walked in, it was set up for a weading reception. It was beautiful and it was also entirely engulfed in flaims. I ran up to my family and said, "We have to get out! You'll die in here!" They couldn't see the flames. They just wanted to stay to enjoy the beautiful event.
Finally, unable to convince them, I dragged them out forcibly.
That's when I woke up.
???
I've never had a dream like that. I'm not sure where it fits in. I understand the symbolism . . .but ... I've never been sure what to do with the whole dream thing. Is it just a dream or does go ever try and tell us something?
I honestly don't know.
Adam
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