Last night

 I have to count last night as one of the best best,  if not the best, night of my life.  The dream. The dream that Jesus was alive and here.   I fell back asleep several times and went right back into it.  The first time I woke up I thought it was real,  I was so full of joy - I  don't know if I've ever felt Joy like that before.  My faith has been Shakey for years. I think of Phineas in A Separate Peace, "...and pray every night in case there is a God". But in this dream it wasn't possible to doubt! I was sad for a minute to realize that I had been dreaming but still excited that I had actually had a dream life that. Had Faith like that in a dream.  Had a dream that left me full of Joy. Then I feel back asleep and was right back in it.  There were demons skittering all around and I said, "Satan! Get Thee Behind Me" and I stood there in delighted amazement that they ran away! But this time I was faced with a terrifying man possessed by demons ant I forced myself to approach and lay my hand on his face and yell "In the name of JESUS CHRIST leave this man!" and the demons came screaming out of him. Then I knew,  it felt like the whole world knew,  that Jesus was King and He was about to return.  Hallelujah!! I woke again, m and went through the grief that it wasn't real again, but I closed my eyes hoping to go back to that reality and I was right back there.  

I don't remember all of the details of these dreams. I know the first one started with being raised to the ceiling of a 3 story room, looking down, a little scared but mostly amazed that it was happening.  When I was lowered into the demonic chaos and started using Bible verses to control it I knew that I was living a miracle.  I remember that Mike was with me in it the 3rd or 4th time I fell back asleep and we were both filled with that Joy and Wonder. The last time I woke I knew that it was over but I laid here trying to hang  onto the beauty of it as long as I could but it just stayed with me all day. 

Then I had a really bad experience.  My hands started burning. First I thought I had burned my fingertips getting a tortilla out of the air fryer but then the burning spread to all of my fingers including the back of my right hand. I was going to go to the ER but I googled it and realized that an ER wouldn't,  couldn't,  help me. It reminded me of after THE van wreck, Jeremy laying there with a broken neck screaming that his hands were on fire. How the neurologist told us that was his spinal cord firing through his fingers because his spinal cord was dying.  Nerve pain. I have a tub of ice water to dip my hands in. I have a wet pair of gloves I wear when I'm not writing/texting. 

It just occurred to me. Could my hands have anything to do with what I dreamed all night? 

Could it??