In the Summer of 2016, I dreamed that I was at my parents’ house along with my sister and some of her friends.
There was this very wicked man who was trying to come after one of my sister’s friends.
I decided to ask him to leave, but he wouldn’t.
So we began to battle hand to hand.
He was very strong and no matter how many times I had kicked him, he wouldn’t go down.
Next door, my newborn male cousin was playing in the grass and this wicked man came after him.
I continued to fight to protect my cousin.
My uncle by marriage (the cousin’s grandpa) assisted me by tossing me a 4 C sized Maglite flashlight to fight off this wicked man. I took it and chased him.
I ended up striking this man several times with the flashlight but to no avail, I couldn’t kill him.
It was at that point I realized that this wasn’t a man, this was something supernatural.
He went into the bayou and I was so angry at him, that I followed. We continued to fight in the water, where he commanded poisonous snakes to bite me.
I continued fighting, finally striking him in the throat and smashing his windpipe in. He sunk beneath the water.
I had sustained several bites from water moccasins and reached in my phone to call 911 and get medical attention, but the water had ruined my phone. I walked desperately trying to make it to a phone, finally getting to my grandparents’ house but collapsing right after 911 was called…
I woke up and immediately thought of Ephesians 6:12 “For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places.”