looked back up to the two in uniform. They started running towards my house. I
grabbed the sword and chased them. They entered the house before me. I searched but I could not find the intruders. After a while, I stopped the
search and stood outside frustrated. Why couldn’t I find the two? Why did
they go into the house? Where did they go? What is going on? And why was my
sword rusty? I stood pondering & wondering; standing fatigued and in a state of
despair. I felt defeated. Then, I sensed something – I think it was audible – I heard the words, “Start the dream over”. I paused. I heard it again, “Start the dream over”.
I then remembered hearing a testimony about “stepping back into a dream” or “returning to a vision” – but I had never experienced anything like that. Ordinarily it is at this point in my experiences, I begin to reason through the possible options and outcomes – I analyze the what-ifs – which usually led to “paralysis by analysis”.
Unusual for me, I heeded the advice of the voice – I went back to the
beginning of the dream.
I stood feeling very pleased with returning to the dream: in this version there was no chasing; no intruders in my house; no loosing intruders in my house; no fatigue; no despair; no frustration… The thrill was short lived, that sense returned. I looked
around and the rest of the troops were still there. Hmmmm….
So, I went back to the beginning of the dream (again, again). I’m in the lounge chair lying down and the dog is sitting to my right. (So far “man’s best friend” has only been watching me, no barking, and only holding down his patch of grass.) I hear a sound; I see the marching troops coming my way. This time before they got close to me, I arise from the resting place. I turned and faced the approaching enemy. This time there was no doubt in my mind that this group was the enemy and they had very hostile intentions. They were sent to occupy my territory. I looked for my sword, my rust spotted sword. As I reached to grab for it, my right hand & forearm became a blade. It looked as if there was a sword blade attached at me elbow. Wow! I wasn’t expecting that. I went to touch my new blade with my left hand but my left was changed too. (Both blades were shiny, no rust in sight) In the face of the enemy, I had been transformed. I ran towards the enemy with both arms extended. I slew the entire group. I was a bit winded but very, very please – my foes vanquished! But that “sense” came again. I realized there were probably more troops transported from some place; it was an invasion.
foreign has entered my atmosphere, my domain, my realm of authority. I stand. I look to my left. I look to my right. I see in the distance something in the sky. It looks like paratroopers but at this distance – I can’t see a plane or parachutes. I start walking towards the sight. It becomes clearer – there is a “hole in the sky”. These uniformed beings are dropping out of this “hole” (portal). I’ve never seen anything like this. They were just falling to earth and landing on their feet. After they landed, they would quickly join other groups or squads. The enemy was gathering, organizing, and preparing for an assault. As I stood looking at their growing numbers; I began to grow. In seconds, I was as tall and massive as a mountain. With my now
colossal hands, I reached for this portal in the sky and crushed it. And said,
“No More Entry, this GATE is Closed!” I raised my legs and began to trample the
enemy under my size X feet. This felt like being MORE THAN A CONQUEOR!
It felt very, very, very good.