In my dream, I was walking in a large building. It felt like a giant warehouse, sort of like a Lowes and there were people there. For some reason, it felt like I was living there; like I woke up there and that was where I spent my evening. I was getting ready to leave, but I couldn’t leave because my shoes for work were missing. I remember frantically looking for them everywhere but unable to find them. I looked at my watch and I had 30 minutes before I had to be at work and I was getting desperate. I finally began asking for help. I remember asking my mother for help. I couldn’t see her, but I knew she was there, and she responded to me. I began getting angry at her and blaming her for moving my shoes somewhere they couldn’t be found by me. Time kept passing, and now I was 30 minutes late to work because I could not find my shoes. I remember thinking that I will just have to make up the time after work. Then I was finally able to leave.
I’m not sure if this next part is part of the same dream, or if it is a new dream, although it does feel related.
When I left, it felt like I was at a new place but it may have been the same type of warehouse. The building was crowded with many people. I was trying to play soccer. Someone said we should, or I decided that we should, so we did, although we weren’t kicking around any balls. It was very difficult navigating through the crowds of people. I remember pushing my way through the right side of two double doors. People were exciting. I remember seeing a lady holding some type of can or a basket and I placed bread or rolls in the basket. I felt like I had to do it. Then I went back into the building against the flow of traffic to play soccer or get more rolls. I think get more rolls, though. I don’t remember if I had my shoes at this point, but I was no longer angry about them or being late. At this point I woke up.
Snowhite197, I saw your blog about whether you feel the devil is real at John Shore’s blog-site. You said you had an experience that convinced you he is real. I too have had experiences. Mind if I ask what your experience was like? I’m just wanting to compare. What I’m learning is that there are more people out there who experience it but don’t talk about it. Care to share? It would really help me sort out what I think has happened to me. I overcame by the Grace of God! He’s been very gracious to me. I cannot believe how the Lord has restored me so quickly. Thank you for any input, Theresa. P.S. I like your website. It’s quite inspiring!
"The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.”
-Chuck Palahniuk
Here’s my most recent dream.
In my dream, I was walking in a large building. It felt like a giant warehouse, sort of like a Lowes and there were people there. For some reason, it felt like I was living there; like I woke up there and that was where I spent my evening. I was getting ready to leave, but I couldn’t leave because my shoes for work were missing. I remember frantically looking for them everywhere but unable to find them. I looked at my watch and I had 30 minutes before I had to be at work and I was getting desperate. I finally began asking for help. I remember asking my mother for help. I couldn’t see her, but I knew she was there, and she responded to me. I began getting angry at her and blaming her for moving my shoes somewhere they couldn’t be found by me. Time kept passing, and now I was 30 minutes late to work because I could not find my shoes. I remember thinking that I will just have to make up the time after work. Then I was finally able to leave.
I’m not sure if this next part is part of the same dream, or if it is a new dream, although it does feel related.
When I left, it felt like I was at a new place but it may have been the same type of warehouse. The building was crowded with many people. I was trying to play soccer. Someone said we should, or I decided that we should, so we did, although we weren’t kicking around any balls. It was very difficult navigating through the crowds of people. I remember pushing my way through the right side of two double doors. People were exciting. I remember seeing a lady holding some type of can or a basket and I placed bread or rolls in the basket. I felt like I had to do it. Then I went back into the building against the flow of traffic to play soccer or get more rolls. I think get more rolls, though. I don’t remember if I had my shoes at this point, but I was no longer angry about them or being late. At this point I woke up.
Snowhite197, I saw your blog about whether you feel the devil is real at John Shore’s blog-site. You said you had an experience that convinced you he is real. I too have had experiences. Mind if I ask what your experience was like? I’m just wanting to compare. What I’m learning is that there are more people out there who experience it but don’t talk about it. Care to share? It would really help me sort out what I think has happened to me. I overcame by the Grace of God! He’s been very gracious to me. I cannot believe how the Lord has restored me so quickly. Thank you for any input, Theresa. P.S. I like your website. It’s quite inspiring!
Actually Theresa, one of my dreams that i have posted here on this blog was, I think, supernaturally influenced. It was February 26, 2008.