So I feel like God talks can speak to people in multiple ways, but I believe he talked to me once in a dream. There were a handful of dreams in my life where i thought that God was trying to tell me something, but it was usually just a sentence of scripture in a dream. There was one dream where I really thought God talked to me. It was sort of a dream/sleep paralysis. Before i had this dream I had read the parts in red in the Bible where Jesus spoke, and Psalms and Proverbs, and Revelation.
I spent a year beforehand calling myself an atheist, but praying the Lord's prayer and just the Lord's prayer every night, just in case I was wrong about Christianity. i didn't really know that much about it. I had gone to Sunday school for a couple of years when I was little, but aside from that, i pretty much never went to church. I was a Christian in name only. Right before I went to sleep, I was starting to hallucinate and see red eyes staring at me, because I was developing schizophrenia then, but didn't know that at the time. I then became convinced that the eyes I was seeing were demonic, and prayed for God to deliver me from demons. I then went to sleep/had sleep paralysis. In the dream, God picked me up entirely in one hand, and then I saw that I was being carried very quickly towards an ordinary looking rock in the ocean that I thought I would trip on, 1 Peter 2:8 and then shot directly towards annothher place once reaching the rock. I can't remember much about the journey, but I think it was symbolic of how you can only get into Heaven through Jesus Christ, John 14:6, then cornerstone Ephesians 2:20. Then the first thing I remember is standing in this place that was completely white, Revelation 20:11. I then hear something about being in the presence of God, and needing to bow, Romans 14:11 and how great an honor this was, I think. I couldn't see the speaker, I just know the voice came from that place. The first thing I remember was being excited and trying to remember all of the questions I would ask if I ever met God. Yes, I was actually arrogant enough to assume that someda that that would happen, evenn though there was never a good reason for thinking it other than I prayed for it all of the time growing up. I think the first thing I asked was when the second coming was, or the end, or something like that. I kept asking, and God kept refusing to tell me, until eventually he said, "You are not worthy," Mark 13:32. I then got really upset and started talking about my suffering asking why he only came now, after my life at school was in shambles. When I tried asking him about judging other people that I thought had hurt me He didn't answer. He then went on to point out that John the Baptist had suffered, and been beheaded for God. He said something about metal being refined by fire, and in my mind I saw an image of a sword being crafted using fire. 1 Peter 1:7. While I was bowing, I looked behind me and under my arms and saw figures sitting on thrones, and watching Revelation 11:16. I couldn't make them out very well because my vision was incredibly blurry in this dream, and everything was so bright. I had trouble counting, but when I woke up I tried estimating how many I had seen, and I guessed about 18. Near the end of the conversation I asked about being a prophet, because at the time I was delusional and thought I was one, or at least able to see the future even if not by God, and he said, "You are not sent." Jeremiah 23:21. When I asked about the Trinity, I was told something about the body of Christ being made up of many parts, Romans 12:5. During the experience, I was afraid of dying because my breathing became shallow, which apparently is common during dream paralysis, and God told me that I wasn't going to die right now, and that I needed to stop being so afraid to die. He also at some point told me, "You are not without sin." 1 John 1:10. I know that that is really obvious, but at the time I had an excuse for everything, and everything was always someone else's fault. He also told me to stop fighting with my mom. I said something about how she always started it, but He said to ask her for forgiveness and to just stop. During the dream I heard Him say something about how he is the potter and I am clay, Isaiah 64:8. During the dream I tried peeking at God the Father who I knew was right before me, but when I peeked all I saw was this enormous throne, but nobody sitting on it. At some point near the end, He asked me if I wanted to talk to his son. At that moment, I looked to my left and saw another, smaller throne, with another being sitting on it. I realized that this was Jesus sitting at the right hand of God Mark 16:19. He was shining in the brightest, white light in the shape of a man. I then was told I could stand up and walk over to Jesus, so I got up and walked over a little bit towards Jesus but not too close. I muttered some things about How are you to Him. I don't remember his response to that. I was nearly as critical of Jesus as I was of God, because at the time I felt like I didn't owe God anything, but that because Jesus died for us all, that I owed him. I then am ashamed to admit that I asked one of the dumbest questions ever, being half asleep. I asked, "What race are you?" I then heard something, but I didn't recognize the word or words. My memory is really fuzzy, but I think at the end I might have heard something about how it was not yet my time, and then it was over.
I believe it was God talking to me because most of what I saw and was told matches with scripture. If I was told things that were against the Bible, I probably would believe that it wasn't from God. Plus, the two messages that were about my life, asking my mother for forgiveness and not being a prophet, while now it sounds obvious that I should do that and wasn't a prophet, to my delusional mind, was unthinkable. I really was delusional about being a prophet, and I thought I was justified about hating my mom. That dream happened about 10 years ago, and it took that long for me to stop hating my mother.
