Surrounded by Wolves – A Dream

Recently I shared a story about an epiphany I had while taking a shower. No, it’s not weird, just read it.

I am going to keep trying to be intentional to include more of that kind of blogging here and this post is another example.

The other night I had an incredibly vivid dream. It is by far the most vivid, crystal clear, sensory dream I have ever had (that I can remember.) I was in an idyllic forest in the courtyard of two gorgeous cottages and it was snowing. I could feel the winter coolness (it wasn’t very windy) on my face and hands. I could feel the snowflakes falling on my face as I smile and looked upwards at the winter sun peeking through the snow clouds.

Seriously VIVID.

Everything, and I mean everything, was covered in white. Snow blanketed … everything. I was skinny and healthy … yay dreams! … and had on very nice clothes and a beautiful leather jacket, scarf. I pulled out a very fancy futuristic camera. I could actually see my reflection in the lens when I turned it around to take a facebook picture.

Yes, I know I am an addict. ::: laugh ::: Facebook showing up in my dreams is a bad sign…maybe even an omen.

As I messed with the camera lens it flipped like the test lenses do on the weird machine at the optometrist’s office. Which I think is probably symbolic. Well, it’s a dream so of course it is. But as I was getting ready to take the self-portrait, I remembered that snow in my dreams ALWAYS represent spiritual warfare.

Sidenote: It may not be the same meaning for other people so if you dream of snow don’t apply what the symbol means to me to your own dream unless you feel the Holy Spirit say it is applicable.

And as I remembered that snow meant spiritual warfare, as if on queue, I was surrrounded by wolves. They all came out of the forest at the same time and I was trapped as they moved closer and closer.

They were beastly. They weren’t the noble beautiful wolves you see in National Geographic posters. They were ugly evil Bodach beasts like you would see out of a Odd Thomas novels (Dean Koontz) taking the shape of wolves. As they inched forward, two right in front of me edged out from the pack’s circle. The snarling and growling just got worse and worse from them and all around me. I knew not to run and somehow knew I didn’t have too. It was a weird to have one voice in my head explaining why I should not run but another “knowing” in my soul that I really didn’t have too. It was all about knowing that my footing was solid and secure. Even so, while my footing was secure… hello, I was surrounded by a LOT of snarling growling fangs. I started screaming for help and as I did the lead wolf barely took the sleeve of my coat into its front teeth and started tugging with all its might.

I thought it was very interesting that instead of biting me or a full on attack, all he could muster was tugging on my sleeve with his front teeth.

The second wolf actually came up and bit the first wolf on the back of the neck and started pulling with all its might in an effort to help the first wolf pull me down.  And while my arm lifted because of the tension, and these beastly wolves were tugging with all their might, I felt absolutely no pressure to be drug down. Still, my footing was secure and while I was screaming my head off for help and firmly standing my ground without any real challenge to my security, the other wolves looked perplexed.

Now this is where it gets super cool. Remember, this is all hyper vivid.

As the wolves registered that I wasn’t being drug down and apparently they weren’t able to leap on me from all directions, an invisible force came and with one huge SWOOSH disrupted the pack and sent wolves flying in the air back into the forest. A wolf went flying by this way, another that way, another up over the tree to the right … the ones that weren’t being flung around and backward were running away at full speed. The two that had been trying to pull me down were scooped up by two invisible giant hands under their chests and simply disappeared. Then everything was quiet again. The snow on the ground, in the courtyard, on the trees … hadn’t been disrupted during the melee.

And there I was, once again standing in the courtyard, safe.

Then I woke up.