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>>608785

that's incredible!

i believe that the Lord speaks to us through our dreams, He must have felt that these were important messages to share with you!

>I see a bunch of people having an orgy

>I feel disgusted, but I can't look away

>Something is calling me to be part of that

>Suddenly an Orthodox priest comes up to me and asks me something, I forgot what (maybe the way to somewhere?)

>It turns me away from looking at the orgy

>After he's gone, I make the sign of the cross and pray that God forgives them and heals them from their sinfulness

>I pray that God forgives me for having entertained the demon inside of myself

Not very deep to understand. I don't have crazy dreams…

But it's nice that my guardian angel protects me even in my sleep. Jesus is the most kind King.

>>608785

the only spiritual experience I've had. I have it annotated to remember it forever.

>I want to tell a very strange dream that I had last night. I haven't told anyone. I feel it's a gift just for me but anyway. I wrote it in my phone as soon as I could.

(maybe it only makes sense to me because the symbology was made specially for me)

>A couple of thieves were prisoners in my home. I saw myself as one of the thieves. I saw my home large as a huge building with doors and passageways, like a prison. We were always trying to escape.

>In one of the attempts, I saw my father in the stairs. He was very sad. But I did not stopped and continued the jailbreak. The third time we managed to escape outside.

>Then I saw a person that was very depressed. He said that he was taking care of his elderly wife. But he could not take it anymore. I felt very sorry for him. I went back to the prison and I hugged my father. And escaped again.

>In the top of a hill. Someone is digging up three words, partially buried in the soil. I saw three lines with signs that I could not read. The sun began to rise. He spoke about the value of each human life. I cannot remember his words. He mentioned "the child killers, not everyone". The depressed person listened to him and became very happy.

>The two thieves continue their escape from the town and into the mountains. There was an escape route. A very steep slope full of rocks, poisonous animals and plants with thorns.

>The thieves wanted to climb it, but a tall man prevented the thieves from even trying it. The man said something but I cannot remember it. He convinced them not to try it, although at first he stopped them by force.

(he was an angel, because I have wandered in the "spiritual desert" for long time)

>The "police" came closer. One of the prisioners entered in a church (me), and the other hid outside. The police caught the one hiding outside.

>I sat on the ninth bench, the closest to the entrance. But I was afraid of the police so I sat down in the third one. I spoke (or confessed) to the priest. And the priest convinced the police to leave. After that I had a sense of immeasurable love.

>I wake up and I saw a web of "white sharp feathers". It was a presence of indescribable intensity. It filled everything (time, space). It was so intense it was terrifying. It was a terrifying love. I cannot describe it.

(I doubt a little about the vision. It could be just me, half asleep, filling the information blocks with a visual hallucination? I'm a rationalist)

But what I felt was the experience of my life. If that was God, then, be afraid. Be very afraid lad. It was a love that could melt space-time, and of which nothing could escape. Absolute control. Terrifying falls short. If that's God, be very afraid.

I could write a book about it and I'll fall short. Love is a word that falls short.

>>608854

>Literally reddit spacing

Do you honestly think that post is well-formatted? There's no way it needed to be that large.

>>608805

usually like >>608824

In the elevator dream he looked like a mixture of man and god, I know he was 100% god and 100% man but his face was warped and weird but not frightening

>>608919

Sorry. I will change it in the original .rtf. so doesn't happen again.

I just want to take a moment to thank everyone for their contributions. I'll be following this thread.

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>>608785

Source of second picture

>>608994

wow that photo

>about 15-16 years old

>my dreams even to this day are not experienced very lucidly apart from a few times in my life, not sure if lack of mastery of dreams or fluoride etc.

>walking past a mall in my town, facing the small corner carpark next to the infrastructure directly ahead of me and elevated carpark on the left

>Suddenly an enormous white, blazingly glorious figure emerges in the sky above, encompassing a large area of the sky

>I am under the horrifying impression that it is God

>He speaks: The time of judgement has come

>I am literally terrified and I believe the dream I'm in is actually real life, I could not distinguish between the two

>I think I'm going to be sent to Hell

>Wake up in a cold sweat the following day

I was living at my grandmother's house at the time with my mum and brothers because she had broken up with her former partner, complicated private issues surround that whole affair, but the main thing here is, I was forever changed by that dream, I truly believed and still do believe that the dream was a warning from God, or at least had a supernatural nature to it. My grandmother had at one point practiced magic from what she herself told me and what I've gleaned from others, including using some type of voodoo doll magic to supposedly cause distress to former male members of my family, including my uncle who left my aunt at some later point, and my step-father, who in particular according to what I've heard died from what was medically diagnosed as a blood clot after my grandmother chucked him in the freezer as it were. Looking back on my childhood, my experience with my family and our values in those days, and how at odds they are with what I've learned in my late teens and adult life, it has proven difficult to reconcile to myself, my aunts having loved my grandmother very much, almost to the point of idolisation in some cases, but all of them are totally spiritually ignorant, headstrong "independent" women who follow astrology, as I myself did. I don't think I'd ever be able to reach them, and if I were to divulge the fullness of my opinions on their ways of life according to my currently more Christian aligned worldview, I'd have to imagine we'd have a falling out.

I went off on a tangent there, but the point of that elucidation there was that my grandmother very well could have been a witch of some sort and had attracted demons to her that had deceived her, and perhaps they had something to do with the dream I experienced while living there. I was studying Christianity at the time as well however, and always had a superstitious streak, which I chalked most of the fearfulness I experienced living in there house up to. But who can say for certain?

The most recent vivid dream I had was relatively mundane compared to the former dream, spooky nonetheless:

>Walking to work in my dream as I usually do during the weekday about a year ago

>On the way to work I am assailed by a bull-headed figure that I am instinctively afraid of and turn and run away from as I hear its blood-curdling roar behind me

>I believed and still do believe that the figure was Molech

It was during a period of my work life where I had been experiencing a lot of temptation toward sexual immorality and wrath, which I still struggle with, however not as intensely thank God. I interpreted the dream's message as "You are sacrificing your inner child when you go to work and expose yourself and do not resist the evil therein." I've wanted to quit for a while, but much more so after that dream, and even more so after recent events at work that I will not get into, but yeah, I keep failing at building for myself an attractive alternative to working there in terms of finance, so I remain. There are not a lot of jobs that pay quite as well at entry-level as mine in my town, and until I take better responsibility toward my life, I will likely continue to remain.

>>609893

Please post more pics.

my dreams are nonsensical

bump

>>608785

I had some dreams:

>was having a heated debate with a jewish rabbi and some muslims

>I got really angry

>suddenly Christ rides on a light brown horse and with light brown robes, carrying a cloud-from-final-fantasy sword, but the length of a regular broadsword

>starts cleaving the muslims' upper bodies in half, while the rabbi watches in fear

Another one:

>met a group of friends, with them a cute girl

>they go away, I start lusting after her

>Jesus sits down on a rock next to me and rebukes me

>>608805

Just a normal, handsome, tall Mediterranean guy with long dark brown hair.

>>608785

>Once a radical anti-Catholic

>Visit this board for the first time

>Have dream that girl shows me how to pray with a four-dimensional rosary

>I'm Catholic now.

There is hope for the lost ones, brothers.

>>611110

I don't want to derail the thread, but how did you reconcile your objections to the Catholic Church?

>>608785

My dreams are Flannery O'Connor tier: Drenched in symbolism with very brief moments of sobriety. An analogical lens is necessary, i think.

There was this one dream where i met a chef wearing a mobious-strip bow-tie, started saying strange things and it felt like i was on the precipice of some revelation before i woke up in my bed and had to go to school.

There was another one that i can describe in more detail, reminded me of wise-blood:

>its summer out in the middle of nowhere, the skies are blue and cloudless, the earth is dry and barren

>within a complex of immobile camping vans, sits my home, i live as some prepubescent child with my single father

>over a period of time (a minute irl, 2 years in the dream) i develop a close relationship with a particular pair of twin boys who also happen to live with a single father, apparently there was a scuffle with the mother, since the boys keep calling her a bitch when describing her

>my father says to be wary of their father, he never explains what though so i just dismiss it

>we're just starting pubescence and the frienship still persists

>one day i decide to greet them at their house, so i come near their van on the other side of town

>for the strangest reason it smells particularly gross, like rotting sewage

>all the windows are blacked out with paint or blinds

>i decide to approach the front door to knock, but before i can reach for it one of the twins (the older one) stops me

>I note that only one of the twins is present, unusual

>the older bro explains that he got in trouble with their dad and was tasked with the chore of helping their dad with a project of sorts

>time passes some more, the younger brother has been absent for a long time, and screaming in recency has been heard from the van

>some say its a portal to hell, i'm inclined to believe it

>one early morning i'm woken up to the desperate knocking of the older

>he wants me to rush over to the other van, says "him and pa" want to show me the finished project

>I wander in, past a bead door thing

>i note that there is what appears to be a taxedermied dog on the mantle, apparently the guy is an ametreu taxedermist since the thing looks like it was sewn onto the wrong anatomy, its all wonky

>I proceed into the next room to hear whipsering and whimpering

>what i find is the most godless and grotesque abomination i have ever had the bad luck of bearing witness to

>before me sits the younger brother, dog parts are sewn onto his somehow still moving corpse, the air stinks of rot and blood, the father has made him into some abomination of beast and man, reducing him from his human qualities into his bearest nature. Barbed wire adorns his grotesque corpse.

>at this time i realize where the missing mother had gone.

>the father shows me some "tricks" he taught the "bitch" as he and the older son called it

>he kicks it and demands it play dead

>it whimpers and tears can be seen rolling down its deformed muzzle

>he kicks it again and it obeys, this time with a double barrel to its head

>the older son watches on with a child-like glee and fascination, the father praises it, but i am disgusted

>i begin to flee but the double-barrel turns to me

>the older son, holding some kind of sedative in a needle, alunches on the father and sedates him

>he takes the gun, walks to the younger brother, and "puts him out of his misery"

>gives me a good-bye and says he's got a "bitch to train" while bobbing his head in the direaction of his father

>i return to the comforting embrace of my father, and i let him know of the evils i have born witness to

>him and the rest of the town assemble to destroy the evil, but when we all arrive the van is gone, faint tracks are all thats left

>it is at this point i realized…

< the cycle continues

I'm thinking of adapting this into a horror story, there's a lot of good content, this is just bare-bones info i tried to tie together cohesively, so take its literality of account with a grain of salt, but this is truly to a large degree how it went down.

My take-away: the house of satan devolves men into grotesque beasts and removes their humanity, there is no comfort and death is the defining feature of it, in the house of God righteousness is maintained and comfort can be found in our Fathers loving embrace. Monstrosity comes from those who see only in the flesh, who seek only the flesh. Evil is men with the image of God removed.

Btw, have any of you read the works of flannery o'connor?

>>608816

I can relate. I'm certainly not a saint, nor am i by any means a faithful servant. Last time i read my bible was 2 years ago. I've fallen a long way.

Trying to get out of this rut though, maybe some-day i'll have a jesus-dream, maybe its just for some people and not others. I'd like to think you are no more/less christian for having a christ dream. I certainly don't think its a requirement in the slightest.

>>611117

Well, it all came tumbling down when I realized:

1: I desperately wanted to leave my church

2: All the other Protestant denominations are just as bad

3: If the saints are in heaven, then they are alive, so it isn't necromancy

4: I stopped being a Zionist when I found out what the Talmud said about Jesus

5: I discovered reactionary anti-Enlightenment writings and realized that the modern world is screwed today because of the Enlightenment.

6:I already knew that Protestantism caused the Enlightenment, but now I realized that that is a bad thing.

>>610184

That kid is now in his early 20s

same as me!!

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>>611533

lowkey that was disgusting but a very intersting dream, I will check out o'connor>>611122

>>611122

Idk if you know this but that story is already a creepypasta. Like almost exactly.

I will give you the benefit of the doubt but if you did steal it and claim it as your own, dont do that anymore.

Love you brother and glory to the living God.

I typically don't remember my dreams, so this is a significant one to me: I was looking at Heaven through this glass sphere. I could see and hear everything that was around me, but no one could see or hear me. Heaven itself looked very fuzzy, as if it didn't want to be seen by me just yet. Eventually, I find a man. The man was an ordinary man, but the way I saw it, the man was pulled from Earth to see what Heaven is like for him, so I followed him. Eventually, he (and by extension, I) came across a beautiful, well-endowed blonde women. She was completely naked and was hairless from the eyebrows down. Despite this, she was minding her business with a smile on her face. The man spoke to the woman, and the conversation went something like this:

>Excuse me, miss!

<Hmm?

>Why are you naked?

<Is there a reason why I shouldn't be? I'm confused.

>Don't you feel the need to clothe yourself? This is His place, so don't you feel shame?

<I fail to see why I should feel shame when I'm in God's grace and I'm in the state he wants me to be.

>God wants you to be naked?

<No, no! He wants me free of sin, which I am.

And then I woke up.

>>612637

Isn't Simony the attempt to purchase spiritual power?

I think this would be more, a nice grandfather helping his grandson out.

Maybe nepotism.

Really disturbing one. I think it's a warning. I quit drinking and this was the night of a relapse. I'm surprised I remember it because I was smashed.

Friend is coming over. It's Satan and somehow this doesn't bother me, just some ordinary looking guy. He asks me to do a bunch of stuff, don't remember exactly what other than I had to travel around searching for something or someone. I try but keep failing and I'm disappointed because I can't contact him or he doesn't show up when he's supposed to. Show's up later, suddenly he looks all weird, orange (I was drinking screwdrivers too), blazing eyes, demonic. His voice too was inhuman, high pitched and raspy. I wasn't frightened though. I was devoted to him. Still try to achieve some task he set me on like I'm in a haze. Later I try to build an airplane to travel somewhere but I can't finish because I keep forgetting parts. The whole time I'm trying to convince someone I'm a pilot.

That plus a hangover has kept me sober a few weeks. The devotion to alcohol as devotion to Satan was so poignant I don't think I'll forget it. The part about not being able to assemble a plane I'm not so sure I understand, if it even means anything.

>>614653

>alcohol is the devil

>devil trips >>614666 doesn't know what a screwdriver is

Huh.

>>608805

Even Arabs aren't that dark, nor is their hair that curled. Afro-Asiatic people are tanned with curled black hair.

I rarely have any Christ-related dreams, likely due to my own weak spiritual gains. However, I do have one that stands out in my mind. It wasn't anything cohesive, it was more like a still shot rather than a sequence of events.

In the dream, I was aware I was browsing /christian/, and I was looking at an image posted in a thread. The image was a set of railroad tracks, set against an obnoxious bright fuchsia background. Towards the right end of the tracks, they started becoming twisted, branching and tangling amongst themselves like a tree, with wood ties caught within them.

As I was viewing the image, I became aware of its context, that it related to the end of days. The image was representing the series of events that had to occur for the end of days to come. But they couldn't come yet because the "tracks had to be straightened". But I would assume that these events were progressing, since the tracks were presented to me in the image half-straightened. I can't remember how I was made aware of this, but I assume it was text accompanying the image within this dream post.

The other interesting thing is that if I remember correctly, I had this dream the weekend Saudi Arabia underwent that massive purge within their government, I think back in October maybe. But I can't remember the exact timing of the dream and the SA happenings. If I had the dream the night before the news broke, it could be huge. But it's more certain I had the dream the next night, after reading up on the happening and was subconsciously influenced by them.

I only barely remember any of it. It was just a dream, I haven't put much stock in any of it. It's still really interesting, nonetheless. The only other thing that may possibly qualify is this recurring dream about a "golden" village, but I highly doubt it's actually Christ-related.

I pray the Lord may show me some pleasant and holy dreams.

>>616501

>>616501

>I pray the Lord may show me some pleasant and holy dreams.

one day you will and you awake with the greatest feeling of love, its indescribable

I had a very funny dream when I was about 8-9

>I enter the stereotypical representation of heaven

>Seated on God's throne is God, but for some reason he is shown as the Burger King King

>Next to him is a life-size Whopper Jr, which I instantly know is supposed to be Jesus

>God's thundering voice asks me to justify why I should be allowed into heaven

>I bluster something about Jesus as my salvation

>The King silences me and thunders, "Have It Yahweh"

>Learned God's real name was Yahweh 5 years later, but remembered the dream

>

>>616621

Yes, i've felt this presence to, or something of the sort. It felt like love, but it felt like something that isn't of this world. If that can even make any sense. What did yours feel like annon?

>>616926

I was praying before a test through ST peter and St joseph in my dorm. And i went to the exam and sat down and felt bubbly and warm almost like my stomach and insides were empty but not in a weird feeling. A calm feeling of purity that everything was fine in my life and I could die there and than and it would be the finest thing

>>616870

I lol'd, best post yet

>>620198

I think you could but there's the danger of interpreting something that's actually from a demon too so rather than rely on dreams, I'll just stick to praying to the Holy Spirit for guidance.

>>608785

Jesus standing beside me as the whole world was laid out before us. He was explaining something to me but I don't remember what.

; (

>>612614

this already exists as a creepy pasta? Mind posting the original so i can compare?

there really is nothing new under the sun :^/

I don't often have dreams but often wake up on the middle of the night and have some burden to pray for. Last night I dreamt of my brother, can't remember the details but he was in some kind of self inflicted danger so I spent some time Praying for his salvation.

>>614653

Seeing as you mentioned planes

Lucid dream about 7 years ago, not Christian, borderline alcoholic

> Running around in a field, really wanted to fly into the sky

> Flapping my arms as fast as I can and jumping around trying to take off

> Give up because it's too hard to fly

> Realise that of I change my perspective so that up is down and down is up I can fly

> Do exactly that and start falling into the sky with no effort at all

Second dream a few years later, Christian, got things together a bit

> I'm a pilot in the cockpit of a fighter jet

> Just taxiing up and down miles and miles of runways

> This goes on for ages

> Never take off

I believe these were dreams from God teaching me about faith in him. We can do nothing in our own strength but can fly high by our faith in his power and goodness

"Strength and joy are in his dwelling place"

Not sure if my hermeneutic helps with your dream.

>>616501

The golden village is definitely significant I believe. Its about the golden community that God is creating, his kingdom, his heavenly city. Are you doing anything particular in the village? Or is there anything about the village that stands out? Could be God speaking to you about the role he has for you in building his church community

>>616870

rofl

I just remembered a dream my friend told me about a few weeks ago

> In the heavenly throne room

> Jesus up on his dias next to his throne

> Orders his servants to bring his cross and install it on the dias right next to his throne

That's a deep one lads

After having gone through a period where I have neglected praying and reading my bible I had a dream the other night where I was on an expidition bus roaming somewhere on the coast of south america (my friend has just come back from brazil and talking with her about it is obviously the influence there), but the bus went down from the kind of scorched/logged hillside/mountain to an area where the coast line was all igneous rock with active volcano-like things spewing and pluming out bright green and red gunge like stuff (like lava but not glowing red hot just more like multicoloured toxic sludge). There were some small to medium sized four legged dinos on the rocks which the bus drove over to get close to so we could see them - let alone the unsettling feeling of approaching dinos - even if they were herbivore ones - a greater sense of unease grew as we approached due to the ricketyness of the bus on these awkward rocks right on the shore line of all this multicoloured toxic sludge which we could easily have ended up falling or slipping down into - and sure enough it did..and as the sense of panic set in as we were going down thinking how tf am i/we going to get out of this alive and realising I was in my final moments as we were going down I realised i could pray and bent my head down and cupped my hands and just repeated to my self 'pray, pray, pray, pray' and then I woke up.

>>631999

flying around

it's funny I have dreams where I can fly around fairly regularly (wouldn't know, but maybe a handful or more times a year that I remember), it's so good, there's a proper technique and physics/control system for my body/flight that always features each time it happens. It takes effort and concentration to get off the ground and control and sometimes it's hard to completely stay in total control but it's so much fun. I wonder what it says about me.

>>610213

Interesting, could be cross-posted on /x/ lol. It's made me wonder though, what does the church say about prophetic dreams? Obviously some genuine prophets had them, but I'm talking about the more common variety of which this is an example, there must be thousands and thousands of people who've had experiences like this.

>>614624

tell me more please