Satan's number

11/5/2009 D.D. 08 SATAN'S NUMBER

This dream takes place in a one story house, which contained many rooms. There were also many people in the house with me. We had received several phone numbers from strange sources. Each number that we called gave us a cryptic message that was difficult to understand, yet each message seemed to be linked to the others. I had somehow realized that the numbers were coming from Satan.

My older brother, who had no knowledge of the phone messages, asked me for my dad’s phone number so he could call and wish him a happy birthday, or something along those lines. (Ironically enough, I'm posting this dream on Hatena diary on my dad's birthday) Instead of giving him my dad’s number, I wanted to show him, first hand, the type of thing that we were wrestling with so I went on a search for a new number.

I was suddenly, and divinely, privy to the knowledge that provoking Satan would garner us another number. I also knew that Satan’s power was only allowed in the rooms of the house where there was one or less of us. So I stepped into the hallway, which several rooms spawned off of, and began to provoke Satan with chastisement. I wasn’t brave enough to go into the heart of this area, but instead I stood just at the threshold, with the living room full of people at my back. Upon doing so, a celebrity, who looked like another celebrity, ( It was charley sheen, but he looked like L.L. Cool jay. weird, I know.) stepped out of the shadow and gave me a number, thinking that he had gotten something over on me. Maybe he did.

We called the number and received a recorded message of a pharmaceutical nature. This was a message intended for a pharmacists ears. One of the people who was listening to the message with me, recognized some of the pharmacy lingo as being a clue that Satan was planning to contaminate our pharmaceutical supplies. Upon hearing this my brother walked outside.

RECONCILIATION

I followed him out to the back porch to find him sitting on an overturned bucket, and his wife rocking on a gliding bench. It was late evening and it was pitch black outside. He felt bad for leaving me, although I didn’t understand the reason for this, because it didn’t seem disrespectful. THis wife was making him feel bad about having left me. I could tell that her motive was pure, but her tactics were clearly making him feel worse. I didn't want to disrespect her with my response, so I merely told him that he didn’t have to apologize, which made him feel better instantly, as if nothing had happened.

MAKE SHIFT

We stood, and I began to look around. On the left side of the porch we were sitting on, was a very high wall, lit by torch light, and full of trinkets and memorabilia. Among these items were three dragon heads, each very different from the others. Among these trinkets was a very large movie poster, that was actually a three dimensional box. For some reason this poster gave me the idea of building a shelter out of the contents of the wall, because I believed it would protect us from Satan, should he decide to attack. Everyone took things from the wall, and set up a home base of sorts in side an L shaped room. The first shelter we built fell from the strain of it’s own weight. But the second one stood nicely.

Upon completion, the shelter also began to bring back fond memories with all of the items it was made of, which started us all laughing. We shared stories, and the laughter grew. We were soon laughing uncontrollably, and couldn't stop. I seemed to be the only one who recognized this as a problem, and began to look for a hole or a week spot in the shelter. As I found one, I lunged toward it with a straight kick, but was pulled back into the shelter by an invisible force which held me in a levitated midair suspension. It was then that I realized that Satan had laid a trap for us, and we were stuck there.

I turned my heart to God for help. I didn’t even have to pray, I merely needed to turn to Him for assistance, and I was instantly shot out of the enclosure. The only thing I did while outside was clear my mind of the influence of the contents of the enclosure, and then go right back in, praying over the whole inside area. I was levitating over the ground and floating around the area, praying in tongues. I wasn’t even sure if I was really praying in tongues, I simply spoke the syllables which came to my mind on their own. I had my eyes squinted, and looking directly at the ground of the areas I was moving over. After a few minutes of this, I could feel reality return.

Once my task was complete, I looked around. The appearance of the area now, was as if a bomb had been dropped on the room. There was no light except small amounts which seeped into the room from other places. I noticed right away, three tall, unlit candle sticks. I knew instantly that lighting these was the first order of business. I moved toward them, and noticed two or three small birthday candle sized flames which were burning on the ground. Next to one of these flames was a small candle holder, which resembled a farm silo built out of bricks, but many of the bricks were removed. This candle holder was lying close enough to one of the burning flames to light on it’s own. I tried to blow it out, because I wanted to pray over the candles before starting the lighting process. My attempt failed, and turned into many failed attempts. I couldn’t blow it out. I then saw the small candles light glow purple, and it’s aura was wavy, like heat waves coming off of a road under the hot sun. The flame itself was invisible, although it put of it’s own light. I was shocked and drew myself back, realizing that the light was Holy. I then held my hand to the flame to make sure, knowing that the flame wouldn’t burn me when I touched it, if it was indeed Holy. I held my hand to the flame for several seconds, and the dream was over.

AFTER THE FACT 1-09-10

I was standing in my closet full of my nastalgic collections of toys and memorobilia, and was reminded of the part of this dream where I went back into the enclosure while praying in tongues, and I decided to try it. I had assumed that I would speak several syllables, but only two came to mind. Katar. It stopped there. So I went to my Strong's concordance to see if I could find this word, (I can read Hebrew, although the ammount of words I know is severely limited.) I found this word, #3803 Kathar (Ka-tar) = meaning Piel---(1) to surround, to environ, in a hostile sense,