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What is it about dreams that consume us? Sometimes they serve as a warning or even as an outlet for our deepest desires. Although lately a few nightmares have had me sweating in my sleep and almost crushing my mate with a run-away arm. I wonder if nightmares serve the same purpose as dreams?
One night my husband had a terrible nightmare about me. A couple of nights later my own nightmare was the answer to his. I knew what it was, it was a trick of the enemy to get us fighting and accusing one another. I quieted my spirit and decided to pray this, "no weapon formed against us shall prosper."
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