i experienced it 2 times already. the first time it occurred, it was on the night clarence left for denmark. the second time it happened, it was on the night i talked about god most intensely with my mom. 

in the past, i have really bad nightmares and i always (100% of the time) wake up believing the things really happened! it got so bad that i need to keep a book beside me and write down everything that happened in the dreams and analyse it rationally. to persuade myself that none of the things happened. 

but in two of the “dreams” this year about clarence and my mom, i actually was able to realise in the midst of the dreams that i was dreaming!

i forgot if i had blogged about the clarence dream before… but this was what happened before and during the dream. on that night, i had a bad flu, fever, diarrhoea and lovesickness (humsum flew away). then i dreamt of me and clarence. we were having a really big fight and he actually told me straight in the face that he’s not coming back! what the shit! then while things were getting from bad to worse, i thought i saw a shadow lurking behind clarence, and somehow i shouted out 3 times to that shadow, “get behind me satan!” (it was from matthew 16:23 btw). never could i alone be able to do that. never. i always took my dreams for real, but not that night. 

in fact i realised that those are the only 2 dreams that i could differentiate between reality and dreams. i still have other nonsensical dreams of course, but none are of this evil nature. 

for the dream about my mum.. it occurred just this week (i would have to dig my skype history with clarence to find out the exact date =x)

in that dream, my mum was scolding me straight in the face, critisizing anything and everything about god. she said jesus was fake and she’s not going to believe in him. i was shocked and dumbfounded when she said that but i couldn’t do anything. then suddenly i finally found the courage to fight back and defend my faith. 

scary.

spiritual warfare are so real. it’s real.