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Dreams...
Kunsan Air Base, Republic of Korea
3 Apr 99,
Last night I dreamt that I had voluntarily retrained into an advanced mechanical or engineering career field. I have been an aircraft mechanic for about 20 years. I have 3 college degrees, so to voluntarily retrain I assume the field title had to do with advanced mechanical disciplines or engineering, as I also have a drafting and design background.

I arrived for my first day of training in a uniform with no visible rank insignia. I walked into the classroom and there were test tubes, flasks, and all manner of items found in a chemists laboratory. I was curious, but having volunteered I continued. As I began to meet my classmates, they all talked of the curriculum and after school activities, the most distasteful was going to church. I did not comment. I next remember my rank insignia was revealed to the class. My sharply creased uniform revealed to all that I was the senior ranking student. This fact and my calm manners and silence drew much criticism from my peers. As the day progressed, a classmate approached me about going to church. They asked sarcastically and with much malice, "Do you plan on going to church?" I replied, "Yes, absolutely. Where can I go to church?" They replied, "You WANT to go to church? That's an hour lost every week when you can sleep." I replied, "Only an HOUR!" "I would like to go an hour and a half or longer!" The shocked look on their face mirrored their next comment, "Why do you want to go to church?" I looked into their eyes and asked softly, "Do you really want to know?" "Yes!" they replied. I looked around and noticed we were in the courtyard of the school and a considerable crowd had formed and was listening to our conversation. I asked them quietly, "Here?" "Now?". "YES!" they yelled. The courtyard grew quiet as I looked all around me, the courtyard was full from every aisle and doorway. As I returned to the person asking the questions, I replied loudly for all to hear "I go to church because Jesus Christ is my salvation." I paused in the silence, then added "And yours." The faces drew in as if contemplating another angle of questions to approach me with to reveal a weakness. I stood in thundering silence and looked around me seeing the faces that were curious and shy to ask more, peer pressure held their tongues.

The crowd stood in silence then slowly dissipated. I awoke.

March 27, 1999
During this week I had several dreams that bespeak of the warfare of spirit we all face. Spiritual warfare I not only an ideology, but also a concrete entity that can be reached and touched in the mind's eye. Here are my remembrances of those dreams.

There is a nice house, typically a middle income family. Well kept and strong. It is evening as the family sits down to dinner. They begin to speak of their day as the meal is brought to the table. As the children speak and the conversation slips softly to more worldly notions, there comes a harsh banging, like a closed fist upon the main door to the home. The mother returns from the door and tells the father. "Dear, it is Satan and he want to come in" The father passes it off without losing focus of his children, casually he says "no, he may not enter." As the conversation continues and the children speak more and more of worldly things, the banging becomes more strong and rapid. The father ignores it. Finally just as the family joins hands to pray, the door is blasted from its posts cleanly without a splinter and Satan enters the home. Immediately Satan rushes to the dining room where he find the family, now heads bowed, hands joined in prayer. The father does not lose his focus in prayer for h is family. He continues to pray and bless the meal and the evening to God's glory. As the father completes the prayer, "May the grace and mercy of God be with us in our salvation bought with the blood of Jesus Christ, Amen." The room is immediately still, the door returned to it's post and lintel as if never disturbed, as the family rises from prayer and is blessed by His holiness. Spiritual warfare i not thi plainly visible in our lives. It is often subtle and approaches in the rear door. Satan I a coward after all. Jesus Christ is the way the truth and the light. Let Jesus enter your home and defend you from the enemies attack.

27 March, 1999
Start with the writing from your first week at Kunsan---Satan you have no authority here_Last evening I dreamt of being in a restaurant. I had gone there with friend from the local community. The evening meal was over, I excused myself to go to the restroom. When I returned my friends were gone. As it was growing late and I didn't know exactly where I was, I at down and pondered my position. As I pondered I arose and walked about the nearly empty restaurant. The sea was visible from the nearby windows and I looked about to gather my bearings. I may have to walk and was unfamiliar with where I was. While walking about, our waitress returned to the room and bid me sit down. She was very kind and I followed her wishes. The next remembrance is that I am seated in a garment that is floor length. I only surmise that my clothing had become soiled and I needed to change immediately for some reason. I continued to sit there as the restaurant emptied and I sat alone. The waitress returned and bid me lie down upon the floor. The floors are heated and not usually level, as we are accustomed to in the USA. I lie on the floor. As I lie there the waitress came in and positioned me on the floor in such a fashion as my body would conform to the contour of the floor. As I lie there in wonderment, there came into the room Priestess', adorned scantily but elegantly. They encircled me and began to lay hand upon me. My garment vanished. A I lie there they placed their hand all over my body. I became very nervous and leapt to my feet. As I did so, they departed the room. As the last departed there stood in the entryway a kind elderly oriental man. The long flowing beard, well-kept ad hi garment indicated he was the High Priest. He approached me and demanded I worship him. I flatly refused. He then demanded I worship him or he would not return my garment, not provide me direction to leave thi place. I looked into hi eye and identified Satan. I then commanded, "Satan be gone." Satan looked at me and smiled, the kindly old man appearance transformed before my eye into a being of Satan, the like of which I can not describe, but I knew it was Satan. He looked upon me, "I will have you as I have other", as he pointed out to the ea. A I looked there appeared a person rising from the ea. First one then another. Then the sea rolled and boiled a people arose from the depth Satan controlled. I turned to Satan and commanded, "By the blood of my Savior Jesus Christ whose blood upon the cross at Calvary bought my salvation, I now command you satan and all your demons be gone!"

The room became strangely dim and still as I stood there alone looking upon the now calm sea.

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