Don’t normally remember my dreams and I’m pretty sure I’ve never blogged one, but last night was an interesting one.
There was some dream before this where I was defending some woman from her psycho ex-boyfriend. It involved me pulling Walt a lot. But that’s not the dream that woke me up this morning.
My office at work is getting ready to move in a month or so. My dream had us moving into a multi story old building. My two office mates and I had this weirdly shaped room and I spent a lot of time arranging my part of it which involved an entire bedroom set. The other guy’s part of the office looked out the windows, but mine had a bed in it. I remember wall outlets and ethernet plugs being an important variable to placement of furniture.
Then I was a little kid and I was exploring the rest of the floor. Across the hall was this room that looked like a dog kennel, with lots of chain-link fenced pens. As I walked down the aisle out of the corner of my eye I would see movement, and I knew if I looked I would see something horrible. I knew this had been an asylum. The horrible Victorian or Eastern European kind of asylum. But worse. People with their bones showing through flayed flesh. Parts of human beings dragging around cells. Skeletons in heaps.
But in true horror movie fashion, when ever someone else would come into the room, it would be an empty dog kennel. I asked why we had a dog kennel, but no one would answer. (We keep cats at work, though you can bring in your dog).
So I figured the place was haunted. But you see I don’t believe in ghosts. I do believe in supernatural beings, both good and bad. So the thoughts in my mind were that the place was demon possessed. When the child me was left alone I discovered rooms full of strange demons, and I would turn into a full grown doctor who would command these demons and bring them to the kennels of the insane for some nefarious experiments. There was a balcony at the end of the cells and if you walked out there you say the panoply of Hell. Demonic creatures ripping people apart etc.
I realized this wasn’t a haunted, or even demon possessed building. It was gateway to Hell itself.
I was still the child inside the doctor and the last thing I remember was this guy coming into the kennel – and it switched back by his presence – and my trying to tell him about Hell being there. Then I turned back into the doctor and my child voice was crying out to save me. But he was afraid and ran away as I was “dragged” off inside the doctor’s body.
When I woke up, in that state of half consciousness – my first thought was “You were calling out to the wrong guy for help.” And I had this half-dream of my child self calling out “Jesus help me” and a white circular explosion going out from were I was, destroying all the Hell in the building.
Then I was fully awake and came up with a whole story about a group of Christian exorcists being called to the building. How they would have each have been disappointed and thought God has left them hanging but was really guiding them to the building.
The African missionary whom a prophet told he would fight the greatest evil of our time and then his mission board brought him home before he did anything about it. How he got off the plane in NYC – where the building was – and got called to the building.
And about the rich, guy with the nice car, in NYC on vacation, who everyone looks at and sees as shallow and materialistic, but who has the simple faith that says there isn’t anything that can stand against the name of Jesus.
OK now I’ve blogged my first dream and story idea.