I have the same dream every few months or so and it's as if I am aware that I'm sleep. I can hear the TV, see my wife, see the dog and they are where they are actually sleeping. I can even see myself. It is as if I am standing over my body. There is always the same person standing next to me. I believe it to be satan. He is a older white male and his hair is slicked back. He is wearing an extremely nice suit and a large gold and diamond ring. His eyes are completely black and his voice sounds like a choir of tenors. He is extremely well spoken and calm. He has a black mist/fog that stays around him. We stand together over my sleeping body. I tell myself this is a dream and to wake up. I panic and try to wake my sleeping body and the dark figure laughs and tells me he will not allow me to wake up. He says that he will keep me. I call for my wife next to me to wake me up. On several occasions she actually hears me and wakes me up and can even tell me what I was saying. I have had this dream multiple times and the dark figure always looks the same and sounds the same.
Satan appears as a shadow on my wall that entered through my window but becomes a dark silhouette. He then reaches for my feet and in paralyzed and can't scream
Satan appears as a shadow that entered through m my window and then transforms into a dark silhouette. He then reaches for my feet only for me to realize in paralyzed and can't scream
It started in the country in a house looked like a priest had studied there also like a mass murder took place,i was there walking exploring with my 2 daughters and a few other ppl i didnt know then more ppl showed up and a handsome man walked right up to me saying i was the one ,,,,i was to have his babyit would b satans baby i was scared asked to gather my thoughts for a moment and found myself in a room where i noticed a priests coat in the pocket was a few rosarys with just brown rope i took them hopeing they were blessed went and slipped my daughters both one the other i held in my fist went back and the ppl with him were all waiting to watch i said to him plez do this alone he made them leave except one man as he was having sex with me i prayed in sielence then a grl about 2 yrs old appeared next to me brown curly hair with bright blue eyes but then dissappeared he was angry didnt understand and said if i wouldnt give him the child then he would take one of my daughters i then woke up this is not good i havent remembered any dreams sence my son passed away 5 yrs ago ,what is going on and why is Satan trying to come to me in my dreams
Satan destroyin everything and peope.them world was coming to an end.
It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself.
Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms.
And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing.
I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough.
That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.
I was azazel, satan asked me to deliver some technology. i was walking on glass walkways that cracked and shattered wherever i stepped. i found an ancient temple, pushed over many statues, and exposed and entered the realm of the gods where i encountered some divine being in the form of a long-haired man in white robes who threw a rock at me with telekinesis and i pushed it back toward him with telekinesis.
Dreaming of someone having a blood nose, he starts to seizure and turn blue, while I call 911 --he begins to look satanic and I'm disturbed
I saw two children demonstrating satanic power to me and i rebuked them in the name of Jesus but my fingers twisted and do the satanic sign but i told them i dont belong to them i belong to Jesus.
Im in hell and Satan is chasing after me i have place i can hide at for only 30 seconds and then i have to hop around on columns
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