An eye for Evil

Last night I spoke in tongues in my dreams for the first time. That was weird... but cool. I could also see evil as a cloud wherever it was.

There was this long pathway, like a vault runway and I was standing on one end with papa. My coaches, Yulia and Guennadi were on the other end. To my right was a water pump and trough like a scene from a farm, with a bunch of people I know from different parts of my life running around in a mud fight; just like children. To my left was a sort of collage of vehicles, the bus I ride on passing every once in a while and some parked cars. Papa said to me in a wise sort of way "Evil is where you least expect it, like a drifting cloud. Look closely, child." I looked over to the right, just innocence and children. Then to the left I saw fog rising above the cars. Next thing I new I was on the other end of the runway looking at the scene from the other direction with the cars to my right. I was standing among them like I was waiting for my bus. Out of a VW Bug came an old man. His face was clear, but I did not recognized him from any part of my life. He had clear skin but was gray- haired and had a mustache. I was afraid and new he was "Evil." He began to taunt me with words I do not remember, I think it was in tongues. I began saying "In the name of my Lord Jesus Christ, leave me." I yelled desperately. He approached my like he was fighting for something. I repeated that line over and over. I felt very little comfort, but I knew it was working. I fell to the ground sort of in a convulsion and spoke in heavy, powerful tongues. I felt comforted. I remember no more.

I think that was the most powerful dream I've ever had. It's comforting to know God is with me even in my dreams.

He sent this verse to me when I was worrying:
"Don't be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." Phil 4:6
Amen