Nightmares and Faith

Last night I had a bad dream. I can't remember all of the details but here we go. I was with a group of people looking at a really old, deteriorated building. I think it might have been a school at one point. In the yard of this building was an old cemetery/ park. The building had a terrible history. The school master abused the students and was said to still haunt the building. There was one bathroom in particular that was especially creepy. This group of people and I had the brilliant idea to transform the building into a home for troubled youth. Of course, during the transformation we had to live there. The room I took was connected to the super creepy bathroom.

The super creepy bathroom did not have a ceiling and I could see everything that was stored in the attic above. While we were working on the bathroom, something began throwing furniture down on me. No one else. I brushed it off and thanked the ghost or whatever it was saying, "Thank you. We needed to get that down sooner or later." Apparently, this did not please the demon (as I came to call it). He began making noises and causing other chaos. In the middle of this, I kept repeating "Heavenly Father, please make him stop." Eventually the demon would stop.

Later on I was sleeping in the super creepy room and heard a pounding noise. It was loud and became increasingly more insistent. A girl in the room next to me thought something was after her. I reassured her that the thing was after me. Again I repeated, "Heavenly Father, please make him stop" only this time I was less sure about it working, but eventually the noises stopped and I was able to go to sleep.

When I woke up from this nightmare, my body was frozen in place. I was lying on my back with my ankles crossed and my hands folded on my chest. (My sister and I both sleep like this when we are in a deep sleep. My brother in law calls it the casket position.) It felt like forever but I am sure it was only a few minutes before I was able to move. Part of me was terrified but another part knew that I was okay because God had my back.

What I find interesting about the whole thing is that when I was terrified in my dream, I called on God to help me and knew that he would make it right. As I was coming out of my dream paralysis, I had the same thought, to call on God and I would be okay.

I am not a super religious person but I have always had faith. Lately, I feel shaky with it and I think the dream was a reminder to put a little more trust in God and know that he will help take care of me no matter what the crisis.