Dreams...

So I'm all for writing multiple blogs in a minutes time frame. I looked at my last blog about Chan and decided he should make it into every blog of mine. But besides that I saw one of the last words, California, and remebered my dream last night. It goes like this:

I was at the Mccllelands home and there was a bunch of people my age and some younger all over the house. It wasn't exactly their house, it was more mansion - ish, but it was their house if you understand how dreams go. So there was someone passing out books of some sort about Jesus. There was kid on the bed, smaller and younger than I, who uppon recieving his book proceeded to yell and scream and all I knew in that moment was that he needed to be delivered because this was strictly spiritual. I being surrounded by friends, for a split second stopped to consider what they would think if I openly delivered this kid. But i proceeded. For some reason I could barely talk. It was like a weight on my chest and my voice was gone and I had to scream to get a whisper out. (Mind you, this is not the first time I have felt this in my sleep...creepy) So i began to rebuke the demon by saying, "In the name of Jesus Christ, i rebuke you..." or something to that effect. It was harder to say each time i said it. The kid's reaction proved more than anything that I was doing the right thing. He came after me and began to punch me and kick me. I had to get him on the ground and pin his legs and arms down and continue to rebuke the demon while he tried to hurt me. For some reason I didn't finish.

Skip to immediate dream after this ended:

I was with my friends and we apparently had been waiting in line to talk to Jesus, although I had no recollection of waiting because my dream started when i was standing before Him. He proceeded to tell me that I would have a ministry in deliverance. I asked Him where. He told me the capital of a small city ( he told me and I can't remember... it was not santa monica... it did start with a st.) in California. I turned around to see the long line of people who were waiting to talk to Him (makind me realize we waited in line) and I dropped to my knees on the dirt road and wept with my face in my hands. Not because He had spoken to me, but because He had given me a purpose.