The second time I had a dream of them torturing me was a half a year later.
This time the devil was involved, and it lasted for more than a week. Anyways, it got to the point of where I was terrified to sleep, the next day my mom got me a Saint Michael pendant (at that time I didn't know who he was.)
That night I fell asleep and the next thing I know I was running as fast as I could from the devil, we were at a desert in Israel near Mount Zion, I believe.
Out of both fear and exhaustion I hid behind a ragged rock, crying. I peeked around the corner seeing nothing, but sensing that he was there. Just as he was about to get me, out of no where a man was there, I remember looking at Saint Michael as he took out his sword. He had shoulder-length curly golden hair, tan or bronze skin, silver breast plate and of course the wings. That night Michael fought the devil in front of me, and since then I had no more nightmares until years later.
~remember be open-minded!~
This time the devil was involved, and it lasted for more than a week. Anyways, it got to the point of where I was terrified to sleep, the next day my mom got me a Saint Michael pendant (at that time I didn't know who he was.)
That night I fell asleep and the next thing I know I was running as fast as I could from the devil, we were at a desert in Israel near Mount Zion, I believe.
Out of both fear and exhaustion I hid behind a ragged rock, crying. I peeked around the corner seeing nothing, but sensing that he was there. Just as he was about to get me, out of no where a man was there, I remember looking at Saint Michael as he took out his sword. He had shoulder-length curly golden hair, tan or bronze skin, silver breast plate and of course the wings. That night Michael fought the devil in front of me, and since then I had no more nightmares until years later.
~remember be open-minded!~








