Acts 2:17 NKJV:
And it shall come to pass in the last days, says God,
That I will pour out of My Spirit on all flesh;
Your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
Your young men shall see visions,
Your old men shall dream dreams.
I just woke up from a very intense dream with a lot of imagery. I’m trying to write down what I can recollect of it before it disappears into the ether. (This post was written over two sessions – an initial session to outline as much as I could, then a second session to expand on my notes.)
I’m not sure where the dream started precisely, but some of the things I remember dreaming about include being joyfully reunited with an old friend and his family (sharing a big hug with my friend’s father), reliving a bizarre high school graduation ceremony for a high school I never graduated from (which involved people jumping from great heights and doing other kinds of weird circus stunts), and being in some kind of classroom environment with an old friend then acting like a giddy old fool when another (female) friend from the past comes in.
At some point, though, my dreams took on a spiritual nature. I can’t recall which came first, so I’ll share them in the order that makes sense. But a little background on my dreams of late first.
Over the past year or more, I’ve been having dreams that I knew were windows into the spiritual realm and the spiritual competition, but they were usually brief and usually visitations by dark spirits trying to frighten or bully me. Most of the time these dreams were wordless, and even after a fashion imageless, but sometimes I could hear dark spirits (I don’t want to say Satan is personally tormenting me when he has a whole army to do his bidding) saying specific things. I learned to start “calling on the name of YHWH” in my dreams, chanting “ani yod hey vav hey” over and over or quoting scriptures that came to mind. Sometimes I have the experience of descending from great heights into a deep depth.
Other times, light will dispel the darkness, and I’ll have the experience of being taken upward into the heavenlies. I can’t recall any specific messages that have been imparted to me there. Anyway.
The “spiritual” part of my dream began, I think, with a sort of vision of a battle in the heavenlies. There was the force of darkness on one side, which I didn’t get a good visual look at, and the force of light on another, which was represented by what could have been about a dozen human figures – I didn’t get an exact count. So it could have been the Apostles, or more likely just a representation of “the saints,” as they were obliterated(!) by the forces of darkness. Revelation 13:7 reads “It was granted to him to make war with the saints and to overcome them…” Just as the darkness was to turn on me, I was whisked away.
Inside my dream, I had the experience of “waking up” and trying to call my spiritual mentor to tell him about the dream, but the dreamscape ended up shifting around so much it made using my phone difficult, and I accidentally called the wrong person.
Then came the most powerful part of the dream. I was in what must have been Paradise, where Yeshua himself was conducting a seder with several other people around a stone table under a tree. I was invited to sit at a seat across from a woman, and Yeshua was diagonal to me. I think I made some misstep when the food was passed my way because I took two bites instead of one and the participants laughed. That was all there was to this part of the dream, but it was powerful to me because I’ve been praying for a long time to have a visitation in a dream.
Then the scene shifted to some kind of strange desert tour for some reason. It seemed to be headed by some archaeologists and they were giving a sort of powerpoint presentation before we actually went on the tour. I can’t remember the exact words I saw on the screen, but they intimated something along the lines of being incorrect about their theory regarding the “god of creation” being a “lesser, jealous god” or something of the sort. Then we were in the middle of the desert, supposedly meeting this lesser god the presentation was talking about, who turned out to be a demonic spirit of some kind, with a face of pitch black. Suddenly, I was beset by all manner of verbal assault, foul language and blasphemy, and enveloped in a cloud of darkness as large skulls floated towards me. Curiously, this portion of the dream played out almost like an arcade game, where I deflected the skulls (I tried using verbal tactics like quoting scripture) and dissipated the darkness.
Then there was a portion of the dream that I can only describe as a sort of baptism. I was immersed in warm, purifying water and taken through a long sort of chamber. I awake sopping wet in a hotel room and encounter my spiritual mentor as I rush out the door. I get the sense that he already has had the same dream as I have had, or knows what I know, and moreover I’m overcome with this overwhelming sense of “living in the kingdom” – the only phrase I can use to describe it. Time doesn’t seem to have its usual effect on me, I feel like I finally grasp the true miracle of eternal life, and I stop rushing about to get things done. My mentor and I agree to meet up somewhere later to discuss the dream I had in more detail, but first I return to get changed.
Then the scene changes once more and I’m in the back of a truck with another of my mentor’s spiritual sons, a mutual friend, and I’m trying to get a hold of my mentor by telephone. I’ll spare going into too much detail as the dream is starting to come out of spiritual significance, but somehow I end up flying out of the back of the truck, landing on the top of it, doing stunts etc, jumping off it and some other silly things until a final scene change.
I suppose I’ll keep the last part private, since it concerns someone else’s walk and details, but after the last bit I wake up and began working on this post!
Now, if this sort of thing had happened to me a year, two years, or three years ago, I probably would have let it get to my head and thought “I am some kind of special chosen one” etc. even though there really isn’t anything to act on in the dream. Instead, it was simply a blessing (a tremendous blessing!) and a private answer to prayer, a chance to see Yeshua engaging in a seder as Pasach nears and to be in his presence. As Romans 2:4 says, “…the goodness of God leads you to repentance” and visions of his goodness certainly motivate me to continue on the path of a disciple, seeking holiness, righteousness, purity and the mind of Christ through Yeshua and YHWH’s grace!