The following is a dream I had, 6/16/2009. Upon waking today, I wrote it down. Its very vivid, and I believe it contains a lot of symbolism for my own life. Here it is:

 I was visiting a very large mansion type home, with rooms that changed about with seeming randomness. Danger lurked at every corner. There were many people there, many who I already knew from my life.  There was also malignant evil present, lurking in many forms, actively killing and destroying people. I knew the owner of this place, but I believe he had been consumed by the evil present. I don't remember how. His wife was still living in the mansion. I walked about, trying to do my best to avoid the deceptions and snares of the monsters present. They were bent upon destroying anyone and everyone there.

 It was easy to get lost in this place, as the rooms kept changing, and there was danger at every corner that did not recede, but continued to grow. I walked past deceptions and death constantly lurking in many forms. If I saw a monster/dark being trying to decieve me, I was sober and paid them no mind, but did my best to avoid it. However, I was in the middle of all of it, and it seemed impossible to forever avoid the danger. Somewhere inside of this house my father was also there. I think he was also at least somewhat aware of the danger present. However, we became seperated at some point, so I never discovered his fate, whether he was to die, or whether he made it through. I remember that I had great love for him, and my heart now swells with this love as I write.

 There were also many other people there, and most seemed to be completely unaware of the danger present. After a while it reminded me in many ways of a formulaic and silly 80's low budget horror flick where partying teenagers oblivious to the evil present continued to die at the hands of evil. I never  saw any gruesome detail of the various grisly ends, but it was implied to my mind that this was exactly what was happening.

 Some people were aware. When I made my way to the outside of the house, there was a group of people that had got into a car and had attempted to leave, but found that the only way out, a quiet country road, was impassible for whatever reason.

 Outside, everything was much the same as inside. The place was crawling with an ugly mixture of malevolent beings and regular people who kept dying and being destroyed at the hands of the malevolent beings. I often had to watch every step I took, sometimes there were snakes in the grass where I wanted to step. Seeking to overcome all of this, I found a seemingly wise man and asked him to share his wisdom. I listened with great interest as he talked about proper techniques one would use as they groomed their dog, and why this would be healthy for the dog. He then left me with a solemn look on his face, and I pondered his words, trying to understand how this might help me.

 Soon I happened upon a lady who sat alone, and talked with her briefly. She began to assume, out loud, that we would go on a date involving a "romantic walk", and that she would now go prepare herself for the date, and meet me at a later time. I was not attracted to her. I especially felt her spirit, and her spiritual motivations were very different than mine. The "date" had been something she had contrived in her own mind, not bothering to listen to my protests.

 After walking through these grounds for a bit longer, doing my best to avoid being consumed by the evil present, I heard the voice of the Spirit whispering instructions to me.

 "Mike," the voice said. "Go to the back yard of the house! Use this side yard in front of you to get there." I did so, knowing that if I obeyed the voice I would be safe. I was not familiar with this path of getting to the back yard and it was indeed scary getting there. I passed the woman who had come outside expecting to have a romantic walk with me. I declined her, not really even looking at her as I passed. I could feel her hurt, but I continued to walk on, and away from her. Soon I came to some sort of a white wall apparently made of light. Upon the wall were some writings. They seemed to be scriptural in origin, perhaps something about "The Lamb's Book of Life" but I don't remember, my glimpse of them was brief.

 An older clean shaven man with short white hair, neatly combed (did he look familiar?) stood in front of these writings. When he saw me he did something, the wall dematerialized and I was allowed to pass through. I continued onward until I came to a building. I felt the building was okay. It was safe in here. I felt the protection of God over me and this building. I walked inside and soon came to a room where I saw my mom sitting on a couch, eating from a bowl and watching a small television in front of her. I looked at the plate of food she had, then I looked on the TV. There was more food in a plate sitting on top of the television. I reached over to the plate on the TV and put it in front of her. I felt a compassion and great love for my mom. (I still do now; as I write this, tears are coming to my eyes.)

 I felt to explore the rest of the place, so I took leave of my mom with some guilt (would she be harmed by the people and monsters outside? I didn't know.) I kept walking away, and down a sort of a hall. As I did so, the house changed in some way. I don't understand it, but I felt part of the house had been sealed up behind me. I continued onward down a hall, and came to a neat little bedroom with a twin sized bed inside. It was sort of American/Oriental in design, in mostly black and white colors. It was very small, but very neat. I had the feeling this was the room of a missionary. Ahead of me, roughly over the center of the wall, there was a sort of paper hung on the wall that contained Oriental writings. The characters at the top were bigger(as if to provide a title for the page), the ones towards the bottom were smaller. Otherwise, the paper was plain, and in black and white.

 I passed by this room, and walked around the hallway. My dread began to grow a bit. I soon went around a couple corners (left and then another left) and then I beheld a room in which someone was being attacked by one of the evil beings. My fear grew, and I rushed back the way I had come. I went back to the room my Mom was in, and felt to remain with her for this time. Perhaps a case of the big kid seeking to protect his Mommy, while in reality seeking protection through her.

 My mom said "A letter came in the mail for you. It's on top of the television." I took the letter, opened the envelope, and began to read. It was at this point I began to realize I was inside of a dream, one that was inspired and symbolic, and that I ought to remember what the letter said. I did my best to read with clarity but there was so much going on, both inside of me (emotions) and outside of me (potential danger). I read two lines from the letter.

 Dear Mike,

 I have come upon a very large sum of money which I have buried on my property in Florida.

 Thats what it was saying, as best as I can remember, but I did not read much longer because I heard something. The monsters and dark people (I suppose they were demons) had made their way to the building, and were now all aware of me in a focused manner (everybody against me), and were seeking to destroy me. I felt though, that God had given me some authority over and against them. One of them tried to come in through a window, breaking it in her eagerness to get in. She cried out to me and held up a sign in her hands for me to read. I do not remember what was on the sign, but I remember that at the time I saw it, I did not care.

 "Begone! I command you to leave! She left, but leaving back through the window, the sign caught against the metal that had held the pane of glass, and the sign broke, falling in two pieces to the floor. I didn't want any filth left behind from them so I cried "PICK THAT UP AND GET OUT!" She slid her hand in and picked up a piece of the sign, then left the other bit behind. It annoyed me, but my attention grew to the crowd of demons (they now appeared as normal people, but were not) clamoring to get in the building and destroy me. There was a wall made up of glass windows in steel frames. A panel of glass was missing in one of them, and a demon was making his way in, a guy with dark hair. He got inside and said some things to me, and seemed to know me by name. I don't remember what it is he said. I raised my right arm to the square and said, "I command you to leave, in the name of Jesus Christ!"

 He began to leave, but my fear grew at the mass of demons (would they not overwhelm me?, i thought) and he began to crawl back inside the building. He came towards me, smiling. I was afraid the others would also bust in the windows (which they immediately began to do) and I would soon be consumed by evil. I commanded him again to leave in the same manner, but it had no effect. I had witnessed horrible evil in the house I'd come from, people dying in myriad ways, being decieved, being slaughtered by dark beings. All I had seen was beginning to overcome me, and now my command over the malevolent beings had no effect.

 I had a prompting then, from the Holy Ghost. It was that I lacked faith in what I was doing, and that I ought to believe that if I were to command in the name of Jesus, that I would have power over the beings. So I began to do my best to believe that it would work.

 Exerting all my energy towards this faith, I again raised my right arm to the square , and I commanded the beings in the name of Christ, banishing and banning them from entering this building, crying "Begone! and get back!" This time the entire crowd surged several feet backwards from the windows, and the demon who'd creeped in through the window hurriedly left in the same way. I knew then that I really would have power against these dark beings, if I would just have faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, and in his priesthood power.

 Then I awoke and immediately wrote this down before it was forgotten.

 -Mike

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