A Recent Dream... or was it a Prophecy?

A Dream? 05-07-19

It was early morning or was it evening, the ominous sky made it hard to tell. Sunlight seemed to pierce the dense clouds… Was it rising or setting? Rain sprinkled down in short bursts, as if someone was vigorously shaking the trees, freeing the gently clinging droplets like cherries – deeply reddened; over-ripe.

The building, houses, chimneys and limbs from what preservation of trees there were (and lack of light), made for us to have to crouch low to the ground in order to service the engine on the antique trash pump. This pump was a gift for various reasons. It had been stored for 15 years. It was presumed that the ownership would prove to be temporary – We will see.

The basement was filling with water, submerging the mechanical for the well. We were in a hurry, but the fuel system failed… and time ticked on as water continued to slowly fill the room. Crouching around the machine, we removed the air filter cover to get to the carburetor. As if by magic, the cover raised from where it had been laid (the ghost that haunts me?), only to hover in the area I worked on the engine. Was I under so much stress that I was imagining this? 

Out of desperation to continue and not to alarm Julie, I said nothing; moving it out of the way. Had she noticed? 

Just as I wondered if it was my imagination, the cover raised again! Julie still said nothing – blinded or in disbelief, or was she even still there to see?

I never looked over my shoulder. 

Again the part rose up to the motor, almost as if I asked it to in order to hold screws?

An invisible helper? 

I moved it again. Several more times, this part annoyed me – to the point of anger and frustration. Moving it farther away, I continued working on the pump. And then I felt words for a sentence in my mind: Fine, if you don’t want my assistance, you may become destroyed.”

Just then, there was a rumble in an upward distance in my mind and I panicked. Unbelievable! How could I get so deep with trouble here? The well, the sump, the pump – What did I sign up for? 

The Evil that seems to lurk here! I can feel it all of the time. The harder I try, the more fighting I can feel against me. My face is literally bruised with the blows from the dark world and demons. Is this one of them? Looking skyward, I saw a red meteor or comet hurling towards me. There was a trail of smoke, and its surface was dark red, mottled with blackness between the flames: as I searched for a place to hide, it was too late. Just then, I awoke in a sweat. It was just a dream or was it? Or is there an Angel trying to tell me that they will help, if I let them?