Sharing a strange and prophetic dream...

I BORROWED THE BELOW FROM A "MEMORY" THAT I POSTED ON FACEBOOK IN 2017 ABOUT A NIGHTMARE I HAD, CONCERNING SATAN. The reason I'm sharing it is because I "happened" to see it recently on October 7, 2025 - which was exactly eight years ago, to the day! ("October 7" was also the day Israel was attacked...) I'm still trying to figure out the significance, but the gist of it, I believe, was to reveal that, ultimately, NOTHING else matters except for YHWH/Yeshua/Torah. Please read on:

MY DREAM OF OCTOBER 7, 2017:

I’m not one to pay much attention to dreams because dreams are basically images our minds make up while we sleep. No one really knows why we dream. Sometimes, they make sense; most of the time they don’t. But some actually feel prophetic, as if they’re trying to tell us something. Well, I had one of those last night (on October 7, 2017); and it even came in two parts. It was so profound (about someone pressing very hard to get me to basically “come to the dark side”) that I actually woke up, breathless. When I drifted back to sleep, maybe 10 minutes later, it picked up, right where it left off!

I don’t recall every little detail, but the gist of it was this: It involved a present-day me entering a “magic shop” in some bustling section of a big city. (Something I would never do in real life, because I hate “magic” and all its trickery.) Anyway, the tiny shop was long and narrow, and standing in the back by a window, stood the “magician.”

He was a tall, middle-aged man with flowing, pitch-black hair, wearing some black, loose-fitting clothing (the style you see on gypsies in carnivals). Basically, he looked as though he had just stepped straight out of a Disney movie. He had an arrogant, sinister countenance that reflected pure hatred and disgust, and I immediately found myself disliking him. 

Standing next to him was his daughter (a stunning young, dark-haired woman in her late teens), also dressed like a Disney character in a black dress embroidered with eye-popping white, yellow, red, blue and green swirls and abstract designs.

Somehow, we started talking about world events, and I mentioned that I felt today’s world was totally demonic. Well, that pretty much started the proverbial “World War III,” and the duo did their best to make me realize I was too stilted to see that the world was totally normal, and I needed to “loosen up.” For a long time, they both kept trying to convince me that Satan was GOOD and in charge of the world, and I needed to join them in honoring him. Of course, I told them in no uncertain terms that that would NEVER happen!

The argument ultimately became very heated and I found myself irritated over the fact that the man and his daughter kept exchanging secret glances, as if they knew something they didn’t wish to reveal, and that it had something to do with me. Well, that kind of freaked me out and I began to make excuses to leave - but they kept blocking my way and forcing me to continue the conversation.

Weirdly, the daughter, at one point, invaded “my space” a little too much, and appeared to become sexual toward me. I quickly realized it was her attempt to get me to join them, no matter WHAT they had to do! They were on a one-way mission, and – borrowing a phrase from Star Trek – “resistance was futile.”

As gorgeous as she was, I could “feel” the evil oozing off her, and it struck me that these people were NOT who they tried so hard to portray. They weren’t “beautiful people”; they were monsters, straight from Satan; beings that had crawled out of some pit to come after me because I apparently posed a threat to them somehow.

That is when I realized this “magic shop” was just a cover for some underground something or other and, suddenly, all I wanted was OUT!

Well, the man, eyes black as coal and full of fire, blocked my way and grabbed me hard by the shoulder while growling something about me having to realize that NOBODY was able to escape Satan and his demons - not even me!

Raw fear slammed up my spine as he stood there, large and looming before me, clearly giving me only two choices: Convert and join their cause; or die.

Feeling trapped with no way out, I somehow found some intestinal fortitude, and without even thinking, I gently touched his face with my right hand and loudly proclaimed: “YAHWEH … YESHUA!” I felt – no, I KNEW - he would recognize those names; and as I uttered them, I saw a hint of fear in his eyes, and so I repeated them, a little louder: “YAHWEH … YESHUA!”

Smoke came off my fingertips as I spoke, and I felt my fingers singeing his face – yet, oddly, he remained stoic in his effort to endure the pain for as long as he could. Finally, he recoiled, then smiled sarcastically as he backed away from me with a look that indicated, “This isn’t over – not by a long shot!”

And then I woke up.

When I awoke, I felt - after all that talking we did, we had accomplished nothing; and in the end, I realized that NOTHING really matters in this life except YHWH and Yeshua...