This was written the date stated. I’m just posting here for archiving purposes.
I had a weird dream last night. I don’t remember all of it, but the following is what I remember.
Through most of the dream, I was constantly being opposed by this one dude and he always had someone with him whispering in his ear. It was almost as if the whisperer wasn’t really even there. The main guy was somewhat charismatic, but I could tell he was evil, possibly representing the anti-Christ. The other I could tell represented Satan. Everywhere I went they would antagonize me. Not just me, but also the people around me. I saw how they had affected the others around me and I pitied them.
It seems right after that, I was in a store and I could sense the presence of the person I perceived to be Satan, but I could not see him. With no understanding as to why, on the way out of the store, I picked up a 2-liter bottle of something like an off-brand of Mountain Dew and walked out without paying for it and took a swig. As I was walking to my car, I thought, “why did I do that? I’m no thief.” Then I was trying to think what I should do about it.
As I got into my car, the store manager and the cart pusher kid who saw me take the drink walked up to me. This kid had been the same kid that I had been trying to witness to at some point, and the other two antagonists were trying to pull him to their side. When the manager opened his mouth and started speaking the words of accusation, I saw the one I believed to be Satan whispering into his ear. Once again, I can’t understand why, but instead of admitting my fault and paying for the drink, I lashed out at the store manager and killed him.
Yeah, I told you the dream was weird.
Then I was at another location and the kid was on a chain and in the form of a dog. On one side of him were the two guys and I was on the other side. They were whispering into his ear something. Realizing that the kid was at the point where he was going to choose the destination of his soul, and it looked like he was leaning toward their side, I walked up and said, “Bow down and serve me!” Nothing; no response. I said it again and right when I said it, I thought, “why did I say me?” So the third time I said, “Bow down and serve God, your master!” He jumped up and attacked me, biting my face. Then I woke up.
After reflection, I believe the significance of the dream was two-fold. First, the dream portrays me pitying others for letting the effects of Satan bring them down. That’s ego. Then I was brought down, as portrayed in the store. I thought it was ironic the way it was personified, considering I don’t battle the temptations of theft or murder. I don’t even like Mountain Dew. I figured it would be something I am weak in. But then again, like Paul stated in 2 Cor. 12, when talking about the thorn in the flesh—It is through our weakness that Christ is perfected in our lives. I think that example was to tell me that I need to focus less on finding fault in others inability to endure temptation because I am not immune myself.
The second was the effect of my “fall”—stealing and murdering in front of the kid. That kind of compromised my witness, wouldn’t you say? How can I expect someone to bow down to a master that I wasn’t even willing to bow down to myself?