Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Bad dreams

I just woke up. Praying... That's never a good sign.

So I was somewhere where there was a person who had been attacking my friends since they were children. Making them drink bleach. For some reason I'm there and I'm not supposed to make myself known. So everyone shows up and the person who is doing this starts manifesting into a demon and come straight for me. Puts their hands on me. I start praying in tongues and saying the name of Jesus, expecting the demon to let go. Then I woke up, still praying... Arms sore and stiff. 

I know that I haven't been a very good christian lately. I haven't been going to church or praying like I should. But I'm glad to know, that even when attacked, I still believed completely that Jesus would save me. I haven't had any anointing oil in awhile. I guess i need to find some kind of oil and pray over my room and house tonight.  

Yes, I'm one of those crazy Pentecostal Christians who believe in all of that. Lol. 

I have to wake up in 10-20 min to take Gideon to school. Not sure that I can go back to sleep... I'm a little freaked out right now. 

*side note. Gideon is sleeping in my room tonight and I just woke him up writing on my phone. He asked what I was doing and I told him I had a bad dream. He said "I had a good dream! I dreamed I was the leader of the power rangers. The red one!  I'm glad he has such sweet dreams. Especially when I wake up terrified. 

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