A little background about me (if it matters): I was raised Lutheran and attended a parochial school Pre-K through 8th grade. I have 2 children - a 6 year old attending a Lutheran school and a 1 month old. My girlfriend was baptized Catholic however her father is an atheist so she had virtually no Christian upbringing. We are a Christian family but we do not attend church very often... once every 2 months at best.
I had this dream shortly after our second child was born. I have NEVER dreamt about Satan or even anything remotely religious before.
What really struck me about it was that aside from Satan being in my dream, there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. What I mean by that is my dreams virtually always have some oddities or weirdness in them. For instance I might dream that I have a pet turtle that can talk and the sky outside is pink... and within my dream this all seems perfectly normal, but of course upon waking up I realize I have no pet turtle, turtles cannot talk, and the sky is in fact blue. In chatting with friends I've discovered most people's dreams are odd, and upon waking up we're all kind of like "huh?"
There was none of that in this dream. My house and everything in it appeared exactly as it is. Anyways, on to the dream itself.
It was night time and I was sitting on my couch, my girlfriend was upstairs putting our children to bed. There was a knock at the front door. I remember wondering who it could be, we weren't expecting anyone. I got up from the couch and pulled the curtain back on the window of the door to look outside and see who it was. All I could make out was a dark figure.
Through the door I asked who was there, the figure replied "Lucifer". Immediately I was filled with dread, I knew he was not lying and this was indeed Satan standing on my front porch. I asked him what he wanted. He replied: "I heard you just had a new baby, I thought I'd just stop by and see how the family is doing."
His voice was very calm, soothing, and friendly. I dare say it was even familiar - not in the sense that it was someone I knew, but someone I should know. He spoke to me as if he was an old friend and asked to come inside. I said something to the effect of "that's not going to happen."
He didn't skip a beat, continuing to converse with me through the door. I don't recall everything he said, but he plead an extremely convincing case as to why he should be let in. I cannot stress just how friendly and encouraging he sounded.
At one point I looked down and double checked that the door was locked, it was. He seemed to sense that and tried to turn the handle, stating "Look, I just want to come in and make sure everyone is ok!". I replied "This is a Christian household and I know my God well enough that you can NOT enter this house unless I let you."
He stopped trying to open the door, paused for a moment, and said - again ever so calmly - "Well, that's where you're wrong." This response was different. It was as calm as all of our previous conversation, except that it didn't come from outside. It sounded as if he said it directly into my ear, but he was still outside. Then, he disappeared from my porch.
I remember at first feeling a bit of relief that he was gone, but then realized I wasn't sure if my BACK door was also locked. I ran to it and arrived just in time to see it swinging open. I grabbed the doorknob and tried forcing the door closed, but the strength on the other side of the door was unimaginable. I was losing. I looked up through the back door window as I was struggling to close it and saw his face. It was not similar to any depiction of Satan I have ever seen. He was wearing a black hood, his skin was grey like ash and soot with deep, dark cracks spread all over his face. His eyes were white but his pupils were a dull, reflective red - not an illuminated red like Hollywood might depict, more like the reflective intensity of cat eyes.
As soon as I saw his face I woke up screaming "No!". I was terrified - cold sweats, the whole works. My screaming woke up my girlfriend who was asleep next to me, she calmed me down.
And that was that. Not a day has gone by since that this dream hasn't crossed my mind. As I said before, I've never had a religious dream whatsoever in all of my 30 years of life and this one had a profound impact on me.
it felt then, and still feels now, like a warning. No other descriptive word makes sense when combined with what I saw and how I felt afterwards... I was being warned directly by a higher power. What I don't know, however, is what I was being warned about.
I'm hoping some of you folks here might be able to provide some insight.
I had this dream shortly after our second child was born. I have NEVER dreamt about Satan or even anything remotely religious before.
What really struck me about it was that aside from Satan being in my dream, there was absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. What I mean by that is my dreams virtually always have some oddities or weirdness in them. For instance I might dream that I have a pet turtle that can talk and the sky outside is pink... and within my dream this all seems perfectly normal, but of course upon waking up I realize I have no pet turtle, turtles cannot talk, and the sky is in fact blue. In chatting with friends I've discovered most people's dreams are odd, and upon waking up we're all kind of like "huh?"
There was none of that in this dream. My house and everything in it appeared exactly as it is. Anyways, on to the dream itself.
It was night time and I was sitting on my couch, my girlfriend was upstairs putting our children to bed. There was a knock at the front door. I remember wondering who it could be, we weren't expecting anyone. I got up from the couch and pulled the curtain back on the window of the door to look outside and see who it was. All I could make out was a dark figure.
Through the door I asked who was there, the figure replied "Lucifer". Immediately I was filled with dread, I knew he was not lying and this was indeed Satan standing on my front porch. I asked him what he wanted. He replied: "I heard you just had a new baby, I thought I'd just stop by and see how the family is doing."
His voice was very calm, soothing, and friendly. I dare say it was even familiar - not in the sense that it was someone I knew, but someone I should know. He spoke to me as if he was an old friend and asked to come inside. I said something to the effect of "that's not going to happen."
He didn't skip a beat, continuing to converse with me through the door. I don't recall everything he said, but he plead an extremely convincing case as to why he should be let in. I cannot stress just how friendly and encouraging he sounded.
At one point I looked down and double checked that the door was locked, it was. He seemed to sense that and tried to turn the handle, stating "Look, I just want to come in and make sure everyone is ok!". I replied "This is a Christian household and I know my God well enough that you can NOT enter this house unless I let you."
He stopped trying to open the door, paused for a moment, and said - again ever so calmly - "Well, that's where you're wrong." This response was different. It was as calm as all of our previous conversation, except that it didn't come from outside. It sounded as if he said it directly into my ear, but he was still outside. Then, he disappeared from my porch.
I remember at first feeling a bit of relief that he was gone, but then realized I wasn't sure if my BACK door was also locked. I ran to it and arrived just in time to see it swinging open. I grabbed the doorknob and tried forcing the door closed, but the strength on the other side of the door was unimaginable. I was losing. I looked up through the back door window as I was struggling to close it and saw his face. It was not similar to any depiction of Satan I have ever seen. He was wearing a black hood, his skin was grey like ash and soot with deep, dark cracks spread all over his face. His eyes were white but his pupils were a dull, reflective red - not an illuminated red like Hollywood might depict, more like the reflective intensity of cat eyes.
As soon as I saw his face I woke up screaming "No!". I was terrified - cold sweats, the whole works. My screaming woke up my girlfriend who was asleep next to me, she calmed me down.
And that was that. Not a day has gone by since that this dream hasn't crossed my mind. As I said before, I've never had a religious dream whatsoever in all of my 30 years of life and this one had a profound impact on me.
it felt then, and still feels now, like a warning. No other descriptive word makes sense when combined with what I saw and how I felt afterwards... I was being warned directly by a higher power. What I don't know, however, is what I was being warned about.
I'm hoping some of you folks here might be able to provide some insight.