✝️ From Nightmare to Victory: How Jesus Showed Up in My Dream
Before I jump into the dream, let me be real with you.
For years, I used to smoke marijuana just so I wouldn’t dream. 🌫️
I didn’t want to remember anything when I slept—no pain, no memories, no attacks, nothing. Dreams scared me because they felt too real… too spiritual.
But when Jesus called me to sobriety, He didn’t just take away the weed—He restored my mind. 🌱✨
Now, I dream again. I remember again.
And instead of running from what I see, I’ve learned to pray through it.
Normally, I would’ve written this dream off as just another weird nightmare. But this time, I knew better. This time, I knew God was showing me something worth sharing.
😨 The Chase
In my dream, I was trapped in a house being chased by something dark—part monster, part demon, part vampire. It was pure evil. 👿
My mom was there, calm, untouched, but she walked away. I ran through room after room, desperate for safety. Each room felt like another part of my life—places where fear still lived rent-free.
Then I saw my little cousins playing. Their eyes widened with fear, and without saying a word, they closed the door to protect themselves. That moment hit me—sometimes, innocence just hides when fear walks in. 🚪💔
🙏 The Confrontation
I dove under a bed, trying to disappear, but the monster found me. It grabbed my leg and started dragging me out.
I could feel its evil closing in.
That’s when something in me snapped—in the best way.
I screamed, “JESUS! HELP ME!” 🙌
Over and over again.
I prayed, I cried out, I declared His name like my life depended on it. Because it did.
And then—everything changed.
The air shifted. 🌬️
Darkness trembled. 😈
Fear lost its grip. 💪
✝️🔥 The Cross and the Fire
I ran outside and suddenly a man appeared—an actor from the old TV show Hercules. (Yes, God used that guy in my dream! 😂)
He said, “I can help you form a cross.” He stood behind me, arms stretched horizontally, while I lifted mine vertically. Together, we formed the shape of the cross—and we prayed like warriors. 🕊️
The demon shrieked and burst into flames. It burned until nothing but ash remained. 🌋
A nearby tree fell, revealing huge Easter-egg-sized shells beneath it. One was cracked open and empty. The others were still sealed. 🥚🌳
I didn’t fully get it then, but I knew—the monster was gone.
💡 The Meaning
When I woke up, I realized this wasn’t a nightmare; it was a spiritual victory. 🏆
The house was my heart.
The demon was fear and generational bondage.
The calmness of my mom symbolized what some before me accepted as normal.
And the cousins? They were the innocent ones—protecting themselves, but powerless to fight.
Yet when I called on Jesus, the darkness had no choice but to bow. 🙏
The cross became my weapon, and the fire—God’s power—consumed what once tried to destroy me.
The small lizard left behind? That’s what the enemy looked like defeated—tiny, weak, broken. 🦎💀
And those eggs? Hidden things brought into the light. Empty now. Powerless. ✨
🕊️ The Victory
This dream wasn’t random—it was revelation.
God was showing me that He’s breaking off generational chains and silencing the voices that once chased me.
He reminded me that when I speak His name, the enemy loses ground. Every. Single. Time. ⚡
“The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe.” — Proverbs 18:10
🌿 Celebrate Recovery Reflection
When I shared this dream with my Celebrate Recovery family, I couldn’t help but see the connection between this dream and the first three steps of the CR journey. It was like God showed me my healing process in motion—just through a dream. 🌙
Step 1 — Powerless:
🏃♀️ When I was running through the house, hiding under the bed, I was living out Step 1: realizing I am not God and that I can’t control everything. Fear had me on the run, and I was exhausted. I was powerless.
Step 2 — Hope:
✨ But when I called on Jesus, something shifted. That’s Step 2—believing that a Power greater than myself could restore me to sanity. That’s when faith entered the room.
Step 3 — Surrender:
🙌 And when I stood in the shape of the cross, that was Step 3—making a decision to turn my life and my will over to the care of God. I wasn’t just saying His name anymore; I was standing in His authority.
That’s what recovery looks like. You stop running, you believe He can, and then—you let Him. ❤️
“Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.” — James 4:7
💪 Your Turn to Stand
If something’s been chasing you—fear, addiction, shame, control—you don’t have to hide anymore.
Call on Jesus. 📣
Speak His name. 🕊️
Form your cross. ✝️
Stand your ground. 🧍♀️🔥
Because when you call on Jesus, hell shakes.
And when you stand in His power, darkness burns. 💥
Closer to the Kingdom Reflection
- What “monsters” have been chasing you lately? 😈
- Have you been hiding instead of fighting in the Spirit? 🕊️
- How can you let the cross cover those dark corners today? ✝️
❤️ Signed with Love,
✝️ Your Sista Ritza
Real. Redeemed. Still standing. 💃
📢 Share Prompt
🕊️ If this post spoke to you, share it with someone who’s fighting their own battle tonight. Remind them—Jesus still wins. 💪🔥
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