(written to 9/6/23 to 9/14/23)
When one is alone, a lot of things can start to feel worthy of writing about. Or at least thinking about. Or at least coming up with a grabbing title…
I seem to have (or possibly create) odd-and-or-interesting experiences.
And I dream dreams…sometimes…the very odd, memorable dream. The kind of dream that seems unconnected to eating jalapenos before bed or re-hashing the day’s events and images during the night.
Back in late July or early August 2020, I had one of these unusual dreams. And the seemingly central figure that got my attention in this dream was a huge fly.
I suppose I should try to tell the dream, as best possible. Dreams often seem hard to articulate. They are set in particular places that don’t quite make sense. These places have literal images, as though a place, but they seem to not be any place in particular, despite their particular landmarks/items/layout/scenes.
And sometimes–often in my dreams–there seems to be communication happening between myself and others, but it is either non-verbal or hard to recount. I think I dream primarily in images, so it can be hard to verbalize what I saw. Because, what I saw is only the beginning. What I saw was connected to other perceptions of thought, awareness of action and sequence that is also hard to articulate, and laden with symbols/metaphors and emotion and connections.
But, here goes.
My Dream About a Fly (from sometime in July/August 2020):
I am on some kind of construction site that “feels” like the property in PA I was about to purchase. It is a strange seen, and there is a toll booth type station–like a ticket master or train master or something–and there is a man in the booth who is somehow controlling things on the property. I am wandering around and it feels like a landfill. I pick up an empty soda bottle and somehow I am informed that the previous owner’s grandson dropped this on the ground and he had covid. I feel afraid, because “covid” is scary. I’m wandering around this strange surreal outdoor scenario, and then, I am inside a room. I am inside a dark room, laying in bed. In the dark room, there is a window off to the right. Light is coming in through the window, and the impression of the room is dark, underground almost…like a dungeon…with the light of the outdoors (and the perceived desired, beautiful, plentiful property “out there”). In the dream, there is the silhouette/form of a huge fly on the window, with the outdoor light behind it. The fly is big, like the size of a football. The fly has gold filagree pattern in its wings. My feelings is one of fear and dread of this huge fly. And then, in the dream, where I am laying in a bed in my dream, I realize there is someone under the bed and he is stabbing upward toward me through the mattress, and his desire is for my death. (at this point, it was a nightmare I awoke from).
__________
I mentioned companion dreams in the piece I wrote today called Today is the Day I’m Going to End This which is a deeply spiritual, metaphoric piece that has to do with my being led, today, to break a family generational curse that I believe is stealing many things from me in the spiritual and natural realms–things that I believe my heavenly Father has for me and for my children and for my children’s children. (see this piece also, The Blessing)
I wrote a piece here called Pear Tree Dream which was another spiritual dream I believe God gave me, many years ago. In the past couple months, I have come to connect that dream with this dream about the huge fly. In the Pear Tree Dream, the pears were huge. They were at least the size of footballs, just as the fly in the 2020 dream was at least the size of the football. The two dreams are connected in some way–they have matching elements.
Flies feed on fruit and “dead things.” The image of the fly in biblical metaphor has long been associated with Satan, evil….”Lord of the Flies” and pagan, demonic “gods.”
I don’t know why Jesus would allow such cursing plagues upon me and the works of my hands for so many years, but I know that He is Lord and has brought me to today!
Lord Jesus–come quickly to my aid and release me and my children and my children’s children from the power and curses of generations before me…and of the adversary spoken of in scripture…who continually “prowls around like a roaring lion” for our destruction of those who belong to Christ.
Jesus told us the the devil comes to rob, steal and destroy but that He has come that we might have life, and have it abundantly. I believe, Lord Jesus, in what You say. You alone have the final word over Beelzebub, the huge fly.
__________
September 6, I started the beginning of this piece giving it the title.
I had gone out to my vehicle and saw a huge fly on the back glass. While the appearance of the occasional horsefly is a natural occurrence, the timing of this odd sighting with my own thoughts, feelings, weights and cares was anything but natural. I immediately felt some supernatural sign of sorts, though I don’t understand to what exact purpose.
Was it a fly or was it a bee? (my title mentions European hornets…I have been battling a huge, hidden nest of them in the past few weeks on my deck…the bees are very bad in this area this year, but it is a battle I’d rather not add into my existing trials…).
I was pretty sure it was some kind of fly.
And it was huge, and immediately I thought of my dream.
I took off my sandal and swatted it.
Then, I did not see it on the ground at first. I carefully looked on the asphalt and then to the side of the vehicle and there it lay. I got it on to my sandal, photographed it, and used Google Lens app for an exact identification.
Yes, it was an abnormally huge fly–not a common housefly–and, it was DEAD.
Thank You For Reading
Please Feel Free To Express Your Thoughts Below
