Now let me tell you about a dream I had recently that really stuck out to me. I recently had one of my best friends die in december of 07, since his death I have had a few dreams with him in it trying to warn me. One of which was a dream that started with in my house and he walks in through my basement door where me and a few of my friends are playing pool. In my dream I am surprised to see him and I know that the only reason I can view him and talk with him is because I am dreaming. I tell him this in my dream and he acknowledges it in agreement. The dream continues and we start mountain biking and going off some jumps when kirk my friend who dies gets injured. I then take him upstairs to my bathroom and try and patch his wounds, but as I am walking up the stairs I feel something pulling me actually making it physically harder for kirk and I to get to the bathroom. As we round the corner we come face to face with something that I could only describe as evil or even the devil, but for some reason it looks like my mom but the face is all distorted and zombie like. In the dream we finally make it towards the bathroom and literally push with all our might while this demon is struggling to get in. We finally close the door and immediately I feel a sense of calming come over us. Then my friend turns to me and says that he knows the key to life. I then immediately say that I don’t want him to tell me and that I want to figure it out on my own. He looks at me disappointedly and we then leave the bathroom and go back down stairs where my friends are still there playing pool. I then tell them about our experience, when I feel the pulling from the devil thing again. Our view then changes and its standing at the top of the stairs. Instantly my friends and I start hurling pool balls at, the devil then reachs out its hands, palms facing us and hurls the balls back at us. Somehow we catch them. I then get the notion to join hands and in a group united I knew that we would have power over the devil. So kirk and I lead the charge and run up the stairs and pull the devil down with us through the basement door. Then kirk my friend who has been dead a good month or so prior to this dream reaches out and we together grab the devil and rip it in half and then in half again and throw it out into my yard where it disappears. Then kirk looks at me and says that he has had only one confrontation with the devil prior to this and tells me that he is sure that there will be more and tells me to be prepared.

Can any of you guys read this and give my your interpetation of it? For some reason the part that seemed most important was the part about the key to life.

Now is the time for preparation: whipping yourself into shape for this event closing in fast is more important than any one thing any of us can do right now.

Those that don’t find their footing and center now and clear the clutter from their lives (spiritually, emotionally, etc.) won’t be prepared to process and handle the forces at play.