Thinking about my dream still irks me a but as I drive to work. I didn’t think too much of it, but now that it replays in my mind. I wonder the meaning.
I was with some of my friends, yet I don’t recall what we were doing. My best guess is that we were just walking along the sand on the beach and headed home. To get home we had to climb this cliff which put us at about 75 feet above the sand. I was the last one up and out of nowhere a giant black wolf jumps up to where I am. I’m pretty much 12 feet away from the top of the cliff, but I knew with this wolf here, he could easily pull me off the cliff or drag me down if he wanted.
He stood on my left side looking at me. Waiting for me to move. I didn’t make eye contact with the wolf but I could feel his eyes piercing my soul. It felt as if he could read my mind, or at least hear my heart begin to race. As we stood there in silence, barely breathing, trying to not make any sudden moves, I prayed he would just leave me alone. I imagined GOD coming down from the sky like Hercules to backhand the beast off the cliff in order to protect me from harm. But GOD didn’t come down. I was practically alone.
My friends still stood there not helping, just watching in disbelief. Perhaps they were afraid of being attacked. Instead of physically helping, they eventually began yelling for the wolf to “leave” & “get out of here” but the huge black wolf remained still. He awaited my reaction.
Next thing I know, onlookers are yelling at the wild wolf too. Instead of telling him to leave, they are urging the beast to bite me and tear me in pieces. I became uneasy and frustrated that I had people wishing for my demise by this enemy of mine.
Finally, I prayed deep and loudly within my soul for Jesus to protect me and give me strength to face the fear. I was overwhelmed by this sense of power. I felt the Holy Spirit from within me begin to take over the rest of my physical body. My fear vanished. The lone wolf seemed like a pesky lap dog to me. I turned my head towards his direction acknowledging his presence. He snarled at me with mouth of razor sharp teeth. I yelled; “Come on! What are you going to do? Attack me?!”
Right then he lunged for my left forearm and dug into my flesh and muscles. He was attached to my arm as I violently tried to shake him off. He wouldn’t let go. But I knew that with my newly accessible power, I didn’t feel any pain whatsoever. I could see the ribbons of flesh dangling on my arm as my blood got caught between his teeth. It was as if I taste good to him. But I still felt no pain or any fear within me. As he slowly noticed the lack of reaction upon my face he because furious and frustrated. He then came to grips that he was causing me no harm. Merely an inconvenience. Nothing a bandaid couldn’t cover up.
In conclusion, the lonesome wolf left my side after I shook him off my arm and over the cliff. I don’t remember seeing him fall and hit bottom. I can only imagine he got up limping in defeat and running off with his tail between his legs.
This dream resonates with me in a spiritual sense. Maybe it was on my mind because it is Holy Week, and my mind has been thinking of what Jesus was thinking as he entered Jerusalem knowing what the outcome would be. All I know is; I am extremely encouraged by the power of the Holy Spirit which is accessible (to Christians) via prayer. I feel confident that any enemy attack will be thwarted by my satisfaction in Christ, because He is glorified through me.
I pray this inspires your mind and encourages your soul. Please share with me your thoughts and experiences via dreams and/or the Holy Spirit. Be blessed this Holy Week. God is good and faithful. He didn’t leave us alone without any protection or power. We have an advocate. Believe that!
Be strong. Be courageous.