Tell us your about most prophetic or amazing dream

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Tell us about the most prophetic or amazing dream you've ever had. And tell us if it came true or if it changed the way you thought about something or whatever. Just try to keep it short if you can. We won't punish you if you can't. ;)

God bless.
 
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What an interesting topic! Most of my ''prophetic'' dreams have been (by the way, no stalking, zeroturbulence, just browsing :P ) something pertaining to a particular career choice I am supposed to follow. This last one I had in regards to my future was really strange ... I met a friend of mine's mother (I had never seen a picture of this woman's mother at all, never met her) in my dream and we were talking, and she talked about my future homestate where I am to move, and God used that to confirm in my heart where I am to relocate to in the future. I couldn't believe it.

In December I had a dream about a dear, dear friend of mine that passed. I was having a hard time dealing with her sudden passing, and God showed me a dream in which she was standing at the gates and her husband met her there with outstretched arms. He led her in through the gates and led her to her mother who was standing by God - It was truly a touching moment that helped me to get past the hurt.

Is that short enough? lol
 
LOL stalk me all you want! :D Those are both amazing dreams! I've yet to have a dream like either of those, except I did have one of my best friend who passed and it was very comforting, but there were no big gates or God or anything. You could have gone a lot longer lol. Its just that I've seen people post their dreams in the past and you have to hold the scroll button down for 30 seconds just to get to the end :P
 
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LOL stalk me all you want! :D Those are both amazing dreams! I've yet to have a dream like either of those, except I did have one of my best friend who passed and it was very comforting, but there were no big gates or God or anything. You could have gone a lot longer lol. Its just that I've seen people post their dreams in the past and you have to hold the scroll button down for 30 seconds just to get to the end :P
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Yeah I hear ya. Well, the thing about my friend's mom was this: I have been praying for a while now on where I am to go with the relocation in my future because I want to move out of state. Believe it or not, I met my CC mom in November, I think, and God is leading me to move to her state. Not just to be close to her, but to be near a hospital in which I can use my degree that has good benefits, nice country area, etc. In my dream, I met this person's mom whom, as I said, I have never met. She talked to me about her house, and about her family, and told me to go where God was leading my heart. God also used this to confirm the very thoughts that were in my heart to let me know that it was Him leading me to make this move. It was just amazing because it concreted in my spirit now that I am supposed to move to WV within the next 2-5 years.

As far as the dream of my friend, it was just beautiful. It was just as you would picture with the clouds and the brilliant shining light, but the gates were made of gold and were HUGE. Patti (went by Jattipo here on CC) was standing outside the gates waiting patiently. The gates slowly swung open and there was her husband standing there to greet her. He reached out his hand and led her in as the gates slowly swung shut again. Her husband led her to the throne of God, which was also huge and so magnificent (of course I couldn't see details because it is not for us to know), and her mother was sitting at his feet casting crowns. It was at this moment that, of course, the dream ended but it brought such peace and comfort to my spirit because I knew then that she was exactly where she wanted to be. The image I get of her, which is funny considering the type of dream I had, is riding on a Harley with her husband and sipping cocoa with her mother - Good stuff.
 
Thats really beautiful, CH. That first dream just had to be from God or some other dimension at least. I believe those dreams where we see loved ones who have past are very real, I mean that they are really there showing us what we see in them. A psychic once explained that when we are asleep our minds are no longer cluttered with the day-to-day stuff and our thoughts grow quiet so we become much more able to focus or tune in to what God might be wanting to tell us or show us. It doesn't mean that all dreams are from God of course, but I believe some of them can be.

God bless.
 
The most amazing dream I've ever had would take too long to tell, so I'll talk about the most bizzare one.

I'm falling down through this empty black space of some kind. there's no sides so it not a tunnel or anything, its just black. A black like oil, and empty. There doesn't seem to be a bottom, and everything just feels empty around me. I know I'm falling down but there isn't a bottom. The real bizzare part is I seemed to be in control of both the fall and the dream. Also I didn't seem to be afraid, but rather curious to see what would happen and if their was anything below.

I've had a few strange dreams similar to that in the past, and I'm never afraid in any of them. Perhaps I have a mental problem.
 
Ive only had two but I wouldnt call them prophetic (I think)

First one I had when I was 17, I had post traumatic stress from 10 years of abuse and sexual molestation by a family member, which got steadily worse when they discovered that I became a Christian. Around this time I felt very trapped as I was a legal minor and I didn't think I had any rights let alone resources to leave home, and I was completing my senior year of highschool and maintainting my top grade average while applying to get into a difficult bachelors program and it all became very overwhelming and I quickly became suicidal.

The dream I had was a third person dream where I was like a bystander looking at the body of my other self, which looked very dead in a very brutal way and I was naked and had nasty bruises and gashes and stuff oozing out of me and chunks of hair that looked like it had been ripped off my head and blood comming from my private area. And I had these horrible medievel looking handcuffs and my legs and feet were tied in rope. Nasty stuff I know, very detailed cos I remember it like it happened yesterday. And in the background looked like a movie reel with scenes playing out everything ever done to myself and my mother and brother by this family member, and at the end, in walks this man who I can't distinguuish except hes wearing a big swishy cloak and eyes that cry and he goes up to my body and covers it with his cloak like a blanket and cries over her like hes in pain from looking at me. And as he cries over her she (me), looks all nice and clean and physical marks disappear and her hair grows back and instead of being naked and looking like a worthless rape victim she gets a cloak just like his and instead of being dead she just looks simply asleep and peaceful. And he says wonderful things like precious, beloved, MY daughter, beautiful, brave, strong. And very clearly, 'this is comming to an end' and he pulls his hands out which look like very masculine hands and he literally breaks my handcuffs and rips my rope with his fingers like some Chuck Norris trick.

And then I woke up.

And bawled like a baby. A week or so later I left, and my mother eventually joined me and I never saw that person again.
 
WOW thats an incredible dream, CC! I'd say that probably was a prophetic dream. to me it sounds like God was showing you how much he loves you and how he will heal all of your wounds. I know it probably took a lot of courage to post that too. Thank you.

God bless.


...and that is a very interesting dream too, Phoenix. I had a dream where something very similar happened to me except I wasn't falling, I was just in complete darkness and I cried out Jesus' name three times and then I found myself inside a classroom (in my dream).
 
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CC_Bride said:
Ive only had two but I wouldnt call them prophetic (I think)

First one I had when I was 17, I had post traumatic stress from 10 years of abuse and sexual molestation by a family member, which got steadily worse when they discovered that I became a Christian. Around this time I felt very trapped as I was a legal minor and I didn't think I had any rights let alone resources to leave home, and I was completing my senior year of highschool and maintainting my top grade average while applying to get into a difficult bachelors program and it all became very overwhelming and I quickly became suicidal.

The dream I had was a third person dream where I was like a bystander looking at the body of my other self, which looked very dead in a very brutal way and I was naked and had nasty bruises and gashes and stuff oozing out of me and chunks of hair that looked like it had been ripped off my head and blood comming from my private area. And I had these horrible medievel looking handcuffs and my legs and feet were tied in rope. Nasty stuff I know, very detailed cos I remember it like it happened yesterday. And in the background looked like a movie reel with scenes playing out everything ever done to myself and my mother and brother by this family member, and at the end, in walks this man who I can't distinguuish except hes wearing a big swishy cloak and eyes that cry and he goes up to my body and covers it with his cloak like a blanket and cries over her like hes in pain from looking at me. And as he cries over her she (me), looks all nice and clean and physical marks disappear and her hair grows back and instead of being naked and looking like a worthless rape victim she gets a cloak just like his and instead of being dead she just looks simply asleep and peaceful. And he says wonderful things like precious, beloved, MY daughter, beautiful, brave, strong. And very clearly, 'this is comming to an end' and he pulls his hands out which look like very masculine hands and he literally breaks my handcuffs and rips my rope with his fingers like some Chuck Norris trick.

And then I woke up.

And bawled like a baby. A week or so later I left, and my mother eventually joined me and I never saw that person again.
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That's a beautiful dream CC...incredible how God can touch our hearts and bring comfort to us. Im glad you got away fom that person, God bless you and protect you always.
 
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̸̺̪̗̽̐ͦͬ͆͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞...

l̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅl̷̸͙̪̺̝̲̪̦̺̺̪̗ͫͣ̐̓̊̽̐ͦͬ͆̕͜͞ͅ

́̀́̂̅̊̅̀̂̂̃́̅̃́̅́̃̃̀̄̀̅̃̀̂̀̀́́̄̀̆̃̅̉̍̀̆̀̀̂̄́̃́ ̀́̅ ̂̀̋̀̀̀́̂̃̅̄̂́̅̇̈̀̀̍̀̀́̀̀̀́̆̀̀̄̆́̂́̂̇́̆̂̀̂́̀́̊̀̈̊̅̋̋ ̀̊̀̀̆̈̉̀̂̀̂̀́́́̈̆̀́ ̅̅̃̄̅̂̂̈̄̀̀̀̀̆̄̂́́̀̄̀̂̂̂̈̈̃́̂̆̂̀̆̀̃́̆̀̂̀̀̈̆́̀̀̂̄̃́̂̂̀̋̀̂̃̂̇̃̌̊̆̃́̅̃̀̉̈̌̅̃̀̅́̄̀̂̌̀́́̃̅̃̂̂̀̄̀̀̀̅̎̃̊̀̅ ́̀́̂̅̊̅̀̂̂̃́̅̃́̅́̃̃̀̄̀̅̃̀̂̀̀́́̄̀̆̃̅̉̍̀̆̀̀̂̄́̃́ ̀́̅ ̂̀̋̀̀̀́̂̃̅̄̂́̅̇̈̀̀̍̀̀́̀̀̀́̆̀̀̄̆́̂́̂̇́̆̂̀̂́̀́̊̀̈̊̅̋̋ ̀̊̀̀̆̈̉̀̂̀̂̀́́́̈̆̀́ ̅̅̃̄̅̂̂̈̄̀̀̀̀̆̄̂́́̀̄̀̂̂̂̈̈̃́̂̆̂̀̆̀̃́̆̀̂̀̀̈̆́̀̀̂̄̃́̂̂̀̋̀̂̃̂̇̃̌̊̆̃́̅̃̀̉̈̌̅̃̀̅́̄̀̂̌̀́́̃̅̃̂̂̀̄̀̀̀̅̎̃̊̀̅ ́̀́̂̅̊̅̀̂̂̃́̅̃́̅́̃̃̀̄̀̅̃̀̂̀̀́́̄̀̆̃̅̉̍̀̆̀̀̂̄́̃́ ̀́̅ ̂̀̋̀̀̀́̂̃̅̄̂́̅̇̈̀̀̍̀̀́̀̀̀́̆̀̀̄̆́̂́̂̇́̆̂̀̂́̀́̊̀̈̊̅̋̋ ̀̊̀̀̆̈̉̀̂̀̂̀́́́̈̆̀́ |̨͈̬̝̰ͯ̃ͩ̂̽̊ͬͮ͑ͬ͑͑ͯ̓ͭͦ̂̕|̵̸͈͍̙̱ͯ̅̔ͤͨ̍̋ͭ̒̈̓ͤ|́̈ͤ̀̏ͬ̒̑́͏̙̥͕̙͓̝̘͓̺̮̩|̢̢̺̺̩͈̮̖͈͕̘̻̼̐͌͐ͣͨͦ͑̆͑̈̀̅̃̈ͮ̚̕|̸͈̰͇͈̭̱̗͈̤̤̬̩̺͎͗̂͂̅͊̎̏̊́͠|̧̧̧̰̥̹͈̦̜͈̺̤̰̙̖ͬ͐ͪ̓̌̽̔̏͊͂͂͗ͤ̄ͦ̉ͮ͋ͬ͢|̵̵̢̻͉̪͇̫̼͕̗͍͆̇ͪ̓|̡̊ͦ̍̆̇̾̈̾̈́̐́ͥ́ͪ́ͮ͛͑̕͏̶̱͈͈̘̞̦̰͠|̷̧̤̤̬̲̝̮̤ͥ̓͒ͤͯ̽͜͢|͆̑ͪ̉̓͊̿͋̃̐͑̿ͧ҉̷̞͙̘̯̼̝̰͓̖̝͠͝|̼̠͙̩̪ͬ̓̍ͪͤ̆̀͟ͅ|̶̡̮̫̰̯͍̠̘̤̭͔͕̩͎̤͓̜̞̾̑ͦ͑͂̄̑ͅ|̵̧̨͔͎̭̳͈͔̫̰̹̦̳͎͇̙̠̮͓̫ͩ̇̇ͫ̿ͤ͌̿̓̀̓͆ͪͧ͌͘͞|̵ͦ̂̔̄̎҉͏̸̲̤̤̩̪͍͓͎͓̳͝|̆ͪ̅̒̉͂͂̉̾ͪ̄ͫ̎̀ͪ͌̆͒͏҉̣̰̺̪͔̫͚͕̫̟̱̮̤̝͇́ͅ|̵̢̧̮͉̙̮̘̙͎͉̗̼̪͓̣̯̫̯͇́̇̈́ͣͭ̈̌ͦ̚͟͝ͅ|̷̴̭͓͎̫̠̭̳̖̥̬̬̖̬̞̳̬͚̈͂̓͛̉̔
 
Aww thanks guys.

Ive only told that dream to my husband and never to others even christians because its been mocked before. Others have told me, it must be a spiritual gift but Im highly in doubt of that since I believe gifts should be regular (and this has only happened to me twice in my life) and the bible says gifts are for the edification for others and my dreams have been for me only.

My second dream had a completely different tone, so instead of being encouraged I was rebuked and convicted. But really it was God forcing me to look at the sin I had committed against him then over and over put it under the rug so to speak. All my life, discipline involved being kicked, slapped, whipped, emotional abuse.. This was the first time I had ever been lovingly disciplined but by my true Father who loved me. And this discipline was so effective of convicting me that I went completely cold turkey with my sin.

After my first dream, I moved in with my non christian boyfriend. He and his mother were the only people to figure out what was happening to me since the family member was incredibly clever in appearing charming and family orientated to strangers. Since my then boyfriend was a kung fu black belt and loved me and whose family kind of adopted me, I felt safe and protected and loved for the first time in my life. Unfortunantely, I then started a snow balling step by step process of worshipping this boyfriend and having sex with him. I developed an enormously strong and idolising loyalty to him, convincing myself that if it weren't for him Id still be in an abusive home, or dead from suicide. Prettymuch treating him like I should have treated Jesus. Even though he wasn't a christian, I already called him my husband (which I used to blindly convince myself I wasn't in sin since we were "married") and I gave him all the benefits of a wife.

I think God totally knew the mistakes I was making and where this would lead me, and he intervened early. I got into my college of choice which was a 6 hour drive away, and while in this long distance relationship, God placed me in a strong Christian community. Fortunately, my roommate who was our pastors daughter found out I had a non christian boyfriend who I was very proud of verbally exclaiming our love life, told her Dad who then preached a rebuking "Don't date non christians" sermon. Andregrettably in anger and defiance I left that church and joined another.
Even more unfortunante, was at this new church because I was so confident and charismatic and treated like a dating guru that I encouraged other young women my age with continuing to date and sleep with their non christian boyfriends. Thinking back now, I was a total heretic.
So I had this routine of being the goody good non drinking Christian educated woman at college who deliberately avoided Pauls Letters whenever I read my bible calling him a sexist pig who didnt understand women, to going home and sleeping with my boyfriend and cleaning his house and cooking him food every night and paying homage to his mother who I also admired and and was close to.

Every now and then Id get little hints and nudges from God that this wasn't his plan for me. But I was so enveloped in my worship of this guy that considering a life that didnt include him sounded absurd and stupid and I started to call God stupid.

Things started rearing its ugly head when I had a nervous breakdown during my second year at college after walking home from studying at the library (the night before a paper was due), I slipped on black ice and hurt my hip and couldnt get up for an hour (in the middle of winter), then staggering home in pain, handing my paper in late and failing said paper with the worst mark they had ever given a student. Because of how awful the grade was, the staff made me take an entire year off to redo the paper. This was devastating since I also worshipped my education, and next to my boyfriend I believed it was thinking of my future career that gave me hope during those years of abuse, and working my butt off to get into that school was pure motivation to me. I I was also humiliated because I was prideful and considered myself more intelligent than most girls in my year and they were now going to graduate and do the job I loved a year ahead of me.

Because I had only one paper to do in an entire year. I had a lot of time to myself. I had to get a job at McDonalds since I wasn't able to get a proper govt allowance, which was even more humilating since I hated McDonalds and I hated seeing old classmates at the drive through I worked at. I spent a lot of time yelling and crying and literally shaking my fist at God. Unbelievably I still went to church. This time though I shut up a lot more. Volunteered more at church. Became a bit more of a reclusive hermit. Started spending about 3 hours a day reading my bible, which slowly helped me to realise I was a twat and I stopped being angry at God. I also slowly became more discontent with my relationship with my boyfriend and for the first time in my life I envied single people. While feeling more pressure from our families to get engaged since we had been together for four years and represented all that was "perfect" in the world. What I wanted I couldnt explain. To me, a perfect relationship was one where I wasn't beaten or emotionally manipulated or touched privately against my will. Which is so messed up, and explains why abused girls often date and marry passive dead beat guys because thats all they ever know and aspire to. Theres no picture of an alternative. So I continued to sleep with him out of guilt. Because I felt like I was emotionally cheating on him by not thinking he was my whole world.

Soo..

If I haven't killed anyone mentally, by forcing people to read all of that. Do you guys want to hear what my second dream was?
 
Oh my goodness, Im so sorry for making that rediculously long.

If anyone manages to read it all I'll make them a pie :D
 
Where's the pie? :) hahaha dont worry I like reading long stories sometimes, it wasn't boring at all believe me! Proceed to share your 2nd dream :D it's always great to hear how the Lord works in other people's lives.
 
No no CC, thats not ridiculously long. I wish I hadn't said anything about keeping it short. What I meant by long is when you have to scroll down like 5 or more pages to get to the end of it. Yours doesn't even take up one page. I haven't read it yet because its 4am and I need to go back to bed, but I will read it.

God bless.
 
I want my pie. I love reading testimonies about how God heals. Ok my dream isn't as dramatic, but in the dream I was looking at a scripture on a blackboard and then I woke up. So after I woke up, I looked up the scripture and God spoke ridiculously specifically to me from that scripture.
 
I just want to add a word of warning. Let's be careful and not place to much emphasis on dreams and assume all are dreams are from God. I think most of the people who have posted here do not believe that and so this is not really directed to them, but more to those who are new or baby Christians and might read this thread.

God does at times reveal Himself in dreams, but He does speak to everyone in dreams. God chooses how He speaks to people, and usually it's through the Bible and Holy Spirit. A lot of Worldy churches and so called evangelists places a high emphasis on dreams. Many people claim that they can even teach you how to interpret all your dreams. However, if a dream is from God, God will either reveal the meaning of the dream to you, or to someone who will explain it to you (Pharaoh and Joseph, & Belshazzar and Daniel) In Isaiah 50:10-11, God warns us that unless we stay close to God, we are in danger of creating a false light.
 
violakat said:
I just want to add a word of warning. Let's be careful and not place to much emphasis on dreams and assume all are dreams are from God. I think most of the people who have posted here do not believe that and so this is not really directed to them, but more to those who are new or baby Christians and might read this thread.

God does at times reveal Himself in dreams, but He does speak to everyone in dreams. God chooses how He speaks to people, and usually it's through the Bible and Holy Spirit. A lot of Worldy churches and so called evangelists places a high emphasis on dreams. Many people claim that they can even teach you how to interpret all your dreams. However, if a dream is from God, God will either reveal the meaning of the dream to you, or to someone who will explain it to you (Pharaoh and Joseph, & Belshazzar and Daniel) In Isaiah 50:10-11, God warns us that unless we stay close to God, we are in danger of creating a false light.
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You mean that dream I had about winning the lottery wasn't from God??!! :(
 
violakat said:
I just want to add a word of warning. Let's be careful and not place to much emphasis on dreams and assume all are dreams are from God. I think most of the people who have posted here do not believe that and so this is not really directed to them, but more to those who are new or baby Christians and might read this thread.

God does at times reveal Himself in dreams, but He does speak to everyone in dreams. God chooses how He speaks to people, and usually it's through the Bible and Holy Spirit. A lot of Worldy churches and so called evangelists places a high emphasis on dreams. Many people claim that they can even teach you how to interpret all your dreams. However, if a dream is from God, God will either reveal the meaning of the dream to you, or to someone who will explain it to you (Pharaoh and Joseph, & Belshazzar and Daniel) In Isaiah 50:10-11, God warns us that unless we stay close to God, we are in danger of creating a false light.
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Exactly, I was going to post something like this.

There is a quote from a 7th Century Christian monk named St John of Sinai (as in the same Sinai that the 10 Commandments were given from). Here is what he said about dreams:

"Demons often transform themselves into angels of light and take the form of martyrs, and make it appear to us during sleep that we are in communication with them. Then, when we wake up, they plunge us into unholy joy and conceit. But you can detect their deceit by this very fact. For angels reveal torments, judgments and separations; and when we wake up we find that we are trembling and sad. As soon as we begin to believe the demons in dreams, then they make sport of us when we are awake too. He who believes in dreams is completely inexperienced. But he who distrusts all dreams is a wise man. Only believe dreams that warn you of torments and judgments. But if despair afflicts you, then such dreams area also from demons." St John Climacus, "The Ladder of Divine Ascent", Step 3: On Exile or Pilgrimage (Boston: Holy Transfiguration Monastery, 1978)

And here is what another Christian writer said in the early 20 Century:

"The spiritists of our time accept every appearance from the spiritual world as sent by God and immediately boast that it has been 'revealed' to them. I was myself acquainted with an eighty-year-old monk who was respected by everyone as a great spiritual guide. When I asked him if he had ever seen any being from the spiritual world in his lifetime, he answered me: 'No, never; and praise be to God for his mercy!' Seeing my astonishment at this, he said: 'I have constantly prayed to God that nothing should ever appear to me, lest I fall into illusion and accept a devil disguised as an angel. And, until now, God has heard my prayer." St. Nicolai Velimirovich, The Prologue



Do you see the wise discernment of the first quote and the humility of the second? These are both great teachings we all can learn from. The first quote was written from the Christian warriors own experience, the second from a story told by someone who had experience, but yet also understood the pride which apparitions can cause.

Very very interesting things are spoken of in Christians books of antiquity and of tradition. That first book I quoted from is a fountain of Christian spiritual Wisdom and is a classic.
 
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