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Satan can leave me be...

For the first time ever I had a dream of satan. It wasn't actually him, it was his voice. It was weird. Strange when you have a dream and you can't understand the full meaning behind it. Maybe I should start from the beginning...

I was in a place like a warehouse, I was a man. And I was standing next to these boxes when my co-worker,(I'm assuming that's who he was) started telling me that he can control things. "Ya right man." "I can't. Why do you doubt me?" "Because the only person in my life that controls anything is the good Lord." He turned mad and scowled. Suddenly out of nowhere came this large amount of pink sludge. (Ya like the stuff on Ghostbusters. I haven't watched that movie in ages though!) First it started out on the floor and he spoke, "In the name of Satan I control you!" Then suddenly it just started till it formed like this cylinder. I was petrified I began to pray silently in my head.
He looked at me and said "go ahead! touch it!" Even though I was till praying I was drawn to touching it. I had to feel it. It was solid and wasn't going nowhere. I was memorized much more by what was going on that by what he was actually saying.
Soon it started pouring from around the sides of the boxes. I was still praying. He told me, just repeat the words that I said. I spoke them and he seemed satisfied with himself. I don't remember what I said exactly but I know the goo just formed around me. It didn't go anywhere else or swallow me it surrounded me and I began to ride inside. I prayed once more even while inside praying not to get hurt. Then I woke up.
 

Ignoring my dream I got up and got mad at one of my dogs for her being ridicoulos and doing her business on my floor. She knows better. I grab my cell phone and I look at and on the screen was the number 666. Now I know it's just a number and many people will tell you different etc. but after a dream like that and seeing that I just started to pray more. Asking God for whatever my dream means if anything, that he is where my heart is! Nowhere else but to him! I have a lot of praying to do now. Hmm..

Mood: confused
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