Getting a brand new car was perhaps, one of the most traumatic experiences in my life. No, I wasnít the one purchasing it, and no, I wasnít even old enough to drive, but this purchase of my fatherís left an indelible mark on my life!
I was only 9 years old. It was in 1940, when my father purchased a new, black, shiny Chevrolet car. It was a total surprise to me. As long as I could remember, we had a 1927 car that was sort of a square car; with big running boards (on the outside) This one looked so sleek and beautiful! I can still remember the smell of that brand-new car. (In fact, it almost made me feel sick) This was such a contrast to what we had been riding in.
Well, the night that my father drove it home, I had a terrible dream, and this is the main reason that this purchase became such a traumatic experience.
I dreamed that I was in the barn where my Dad was milking. I was up in front of the cows feeding them when a tall man with whiskers all over his face, and a big scar on his face, walked in and put his hand over my mouth, picked me up, and carried me out of that barn. He was whispering to me that he wanted me to show him where the keys were to that car. He told me not to make a sound! I tried to scream, and not a sound would come out of my mouth. I just knew he was going to steal the car, and he was so huge, and I was so small, there was nothing I could do, but I was not going to tell him where those keys were! He began to shake me, and I woke up crying.
I was 9 years old, but still sleeping in a youth bed in my parents room. My mother was quickly by my side, assured me that the car was alright and that I should go back to sleep. After what seemed like forever, I slipped back to sleep, dreamed the same thing over, and woke up crying again. Again, my mother tried to comfort me, and I had the same dream over again! When I awoke crying again, it was too much for my mother, and she put me in bed with Daddy and her, and I actually slept through the remainder of the night.
I have never had a nightmare like that again, and at this writing, nearly 70 years have passed, but this dream is still clear to me today.
Thanks for sharing this dream and your experience. Some dreams are significant, others are not. The recurring childhood dream I had was a man chasing me and saying "I'm going to kill you"....That fear was also present in my waking hours and then in my early 20's I rec'd the revelation that "love casts out fear" and then the dream never returned. I am sure you and I are not the only ones that have been attacked through our dreams but thanks be to God we can bind satan before we sleep, leaving him no room to attack us. Thanks again for sharing.