My Nightmare about Sean

I had just woken up by a dream turned nightmare about my best friend Sean. In fact, it was more than a nightmare. It was a spiritual attack which I had during that bad dream. After I woke up & I felt compelled to immediately start typing this Blog, with much urgency; so that he could read it & perhaps be aware about what my nightmare about him was about…

Dear Sean, if you are reading this, I just wish to let you know that I really do care about you as a very good friend & I really have to tell you this. I’m not sure if you would find this weird, or maybe you might think that I’m crazy or oversensitive, but what I can say to you is that I don’t normally have nightmares about specific people.

Over the past 7 years of knowing you, I have never had a single nightmare about you… & definitely it’s odd that one such nightmare suddenly came out of nowhere at particular one night. Plus, if it is a spiritual attack, all the more I know & am convinced that it concerns the Evil one.

Seriously, there isn’t many times in my entire life (in which I had many dreams) that I struggle very hard over a spiritual attack, suddenly wake up from my sleep & feel the urgency to tell or warn someone about it. I will leave it to the Holy Spirit of God to speak to you, should this sharing of my nightmare be applicable to your life, in some sense. For the glory of God alone & in the name of His Son, Jesus Christ. Amen.

This dream was surprisingly odd, coz it distinctly featured only two people - Sean & I. It wasn’t a very long dream, but it was definitely a dream turned nightmare… then turned spiritual attack. What this dream spoke about, I confess that I myself as a fellow believer in Christ can also relate to, which all the more reaffirmed in me a need to pray for this good friend of mine. The happenings of this dream could be related to something that could have happened recently, or may happen in future, or even about a past happening that may repeat itself once again.

Typical of dreams, there are two kinds. One kind which refers to dreams which portray real happenings, such as my church pastor who had this dream about Singapore facing the threat of a tsunami. The other kind refers to dreams which are metaphorical in nature, meaning that the happenings in the dream are symbolic of something that could happen.

My dream about Sean is metaphorical. In this dream, we were out together in the evening as usual, just like how we would normally meet up once in awhile, yet thankfully on quite a regular basis. This was the part where it is still a dream.

This dream turned nightmare when we were walking along some stretch of road, where there were rows of landed property around us… like those two or three storey private houses seen near my home.

Suddenly, Sean took out this piece of printout, which had a logo image at the top of the page showing the figurative image / picture of Jesus Christ, commonly seen from art paintings or church walls or posters. This heading had this slightly dark brown background, with this figurative image / picture of Jesus Christ in it.

Sean told me that this is a blasphemous article that was sent to him, which outwardly looks Christian, but revealed wrong teachings if the person reads this article. I glanced through the one-page article & confirmed that it is indeed blasphemous writing about Jesus Christ. I was glad that both of us could discern what that wrong teaching about God.

As Sean & I continued walking, he suddenly took out this thin headset & showed it to me, saying that wearing it when he comes home at night, feeling drained out from work & filled with worries about his life. He explained that this headset gives out this buzzing sound which helped relax & distract the mind from thinking about worries & sad things about life.

He passed it to me to try it on & indeed, the quiet buzzing hum sounded like a radio which was unable to fix its frequency upon any particular frequency channel which normally would allow the user to listen to music or something from a radio station.

Sean repeated that he finds using this headset particularly soothing & helps him forget & not think about his worries & unhappiness in his life. Suddenly, I felt the Holy Spirit prompting me that this is a distraction tool which Sean uses to forget his problems in life, instead of turning to God to seek help in these problems. I also felt prompted to ask Sean how is his spiritual walk with God.

I knew this was a sensitive issue, so I approached this topic slowly & cautiously. I asked Sean if he still prays & maintains a healthy relationship with God, coz it is crucial that we seek Him for help & guidance about our problems… or at least seeking His word to ‘make light’ of these problems, as it clearly states in the Bible that God’s word is the light unto our feet.

I also shared that seeking to intentionally & temporarily forget or distract ourselves from our troubles, through the usage of methods or devices isn’t going to work in the long run. In fact, as he mentioned, it merely distracts him from his struggles, not resolve them. And God tells us to leave our problems at His feet & He will help us… not take our problems with us & try to solve it in our own means.

After I said that, Sean began to get agitated & started saying that he finds that prayer doesn’t work for him, coz no matter how much he prays, his problems still persist & his worries & unhappiness still remains. Then he said that he can find no other way to relieve himself from his problems, except distracting himself through ways & means, day after day. To him, there is no other way, except forgetting or distracting himself from his pain, hurts & struggles.

My heart went out to him; for at times I also find myself in such perplex situations. I wanted to pray for him… but this was when the spiritual attack took place.

Almost immediately I was stricken with a dark hideous fear & I could not move, literally. Right now, I could only describe this hideous fear as something very dark. Very dark… just utter darkness within this far. Everything about this fear was pitch black, without any glimpse of light, which I realize was because Satan doesn’t walk in the light, but lay in wait in the darkness. For the Bible also said that this ‘light’ exposes us to our flaws & weaknesses… & many would rather do their wicked deeds in darkness instead of coming to this ‘light’ because of this fear of revealing the ugliness within.

I literally couldn’t move. But I could speak, but just softly. So I prayed for Sean & I right where I was, on my bed & awake from this dream, though my eyes could not yet open. Still this darkness of fear continued, but I persisted in praying a few words, then singing a few verses from a Christian song, then praying again.

I wanted to open my eyes, but I still couldn’t, but I knew for sure that it is a spiritual attack from the Evil one, coz I felt that sense of darkness that was just so different from walking in the light of God. It is like walking in the warm sun, versus walking through a dark cave. I experienced for myself, how much freedom that we Christians have in Christ, who set us free… & I knew in my heart that there can be no one who could hold so much darkness, except the Evil one.

After a short while, I woke up… but I wasn’t distraught, coz I knew Who had freed me from this spiritual attack & I thanked God. I told Him that this is a spiritual battle that we needed Him to fight for us… & I was reminded that we need to continually pray for each other & not lose sight of our walk with God.

Lastly, I was reminded by the Holy Spirit that we need to pray for the covering of the armor of God each day, for we will be setting ourselves up for upright attack from the Evil one, if we do not go forth each day, with the armor of God with us.

Dear Sean, if you are reading this, I trust that the Holy Spirit will speak to you about what I do not know & cannot fully comprehend about your life. Everyone has their issues to work on, including me. But let us not forget to pray for each other, just as we regularly meet up for dinner to catch-up on each other’s lives.