A Violent Dream

[tomgto]

This dream seemed to take place in a town. I did not recognize the town.

I found myself in the company of a few very old Chinese men. I don't know why we were walking together but it seemed there was some kind of event that brought us together.

I turned to the men and told them that I was honored to be with them that day and that I wanted to share something very special with them. I told them that I didn't want to offend anyone but I had a special message for them. I was going to tell them about salvation though Jesus Christ.

Right before I started speaking to them about Christ suddenly a bad guy showed up. It was rather dramatic, he just jumped in and started yelling at everyone. I'm calling him a bad guy because all his manors and dress were that of a bad guy from the movies (he was dressed in black). Now, what was understood was this guy was not human. He was a demon. Everyone knew that and so did I. All the old Chinese men ran screaming around. I remember one passing me with a terrified look on his face. The bad guy seemed to be enjoying the terror he was inflicting.
I walked over to the man with a stern step. I was not scared of him. I continued to walk toward him and he didn't change his expression. He looked angry and tried to intimidate me. It didn't work. He lunged at me and I caught him in the air. I then spun him around until I had his head in a vice grip. That is where I reached over with my other hand and grabbed his chin. I then spun his head, breaking his neck. You could hear that snap.
Just then the old men came back to see what was going on.
As they crowded around in confusion a man jumped out from no where with a rifle type gun. He shot a few times and I saw one of the old Chinese men hit.
I ran over to the man and I was horrified. I had come to preach the word of Christ and this man didn't have the change. I remember believing he was going to die. I remember grabbing him and seeing a lot of blood. I knew it was any moment before he would be gone.
I started to plead with him. To beg him to accept Christ if he had not yet. That his time was almost over. I then saw he wasn't answering me and I didn't know if he was gone or not. I then started to beg God to save him. To please not let this one suffer.
I then thought maybe he could live if we got medical attention. I then felt rather stupid for not calling for help. I yelled out for someone to call 911.
Then a few people ran up to me to see what was going on. Suddenly the old man got up as if he was never hurt. There was visible blood on his clothes but no wound. He walked away.
I woke up at that point.

Any ideas to this one? Thanks

 

[Gottservant]

You are trying to save people but they are not really suffering, therefore your message does not get across.

 

[johnalv]

well God did save the man because he got up. The devil always has a pawn, and they will always step in your way to talk to others of God, notice anytime you do , something comes up, weather it is a phone call or something that breaks the moment for a bit, you just continue. You care for people, and you are on the right track. The chinese men are foreignors to the gospell, out of all you meet, one in several will listen to you.