This is Life!: Revolutions Around the Cruciform Axis

Luciferian Dream with a Seminary Dream Prelude

Okay, no kidding: this one creeped me out.

I had two dreams this morning, some time between Sofie's three o'clock feeding and her six o'clock feeding. I'm not sure how or if they were related. One involved one of the seminaries I went to. The other one was really weird: It was a dream about Lucifer.

In the first dream, I was in a large kitchen with several of my former seminary classmates, the dean, and one of the professors I had really admired. Some sort of conversation had ensued about Scripture and theology, when the dean opined, "It's all just metaphor." There were silent nods all around. I replied, "It can't be just metaphor. There is a reality behind it, otherwise it's not a metaphor."

Everyone must have thought this terribly rude of me, for no one would meet my gaze. Even the professor suddenly retrieved his hat and said he had to go.

Then, for some strange reason, we all adjourned to a lounge on the seminary campus where I was to defend my stance. I sat in a wingbacked chair while a couple dozen students gathered around. I began to weep, but tried to hold it back. I said a silent prayer, and someone asked a question.

I don't remember anything else about the first dream.

Then, in my second dream I was on my hands and knees trying to rearrange an icon stand I'd somehow knocked over. I didn't recognize the stand and the icons were new, and, over my shoulder, asked Anna about it. She said she'd gotten it not too many days before.

Then, I saw a pair of boots walking behind the stand, and I looked up. It was an ordinary man I didn't recognize. There was a conversation of sorts that I don't remember. What I next remember about the dream is that I sensed some sort of threat, to which I kept replying, "The Lord Jesus Christ reigns." The man sneered, but calmed down. Then he appeared to listen intently.

In my dream I sensed that this was Satan, so I began to tell him the Gospel. "If you accept the Gospel, you can became what you are not. If you refuse it, you will cease to be what you are. Through the Gospel you will gain all that which you only think you have."

There was an ensuing part that I do not remember, then at the end, I was asking Anna if she thought Satan had accepted the Gospel. She said she didn't know. We were standing in the lobby of a club, it looked like, and I happend to look up at an ordinary man dressed in black. With him he had a date I couldn't see very clearly. But when the man turned to look at me, he had a mask covering his eyes. So though I suspected it was Satan and that he had rejected the Gospel, I wasn't sure.

I don't often have dreams bubble up from my subconscious. And now I know why I prefer it that way.

Posted by Clifton at December 5, 2003 06:19 AM | TrackBack