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Its been at least a month since I last logged in. I have been busy taking care of my husband <PERSON>. Its been 3 months since his stroke, and he is healing in every way! Starting from the spirit and working down to his toes!! 9 days ago <PERSON> was baptized right here in the campground where we live, just outside our door. it was 2 days after that, that I had the dream I will remember til my last breath. I was driving my car, me and <PERSON> were going to the bank. I parked outside our bank and we both got out. Outside the entrance to the bank were 4 street musicians, each playing an instrument (I think 2 were stringed, 2 were flutes). They looked well dressed and normal, like you would see performing on a street corner,except these men all had red skin. <PERSON> ignored them and walked straight into the bank (he would never in real life ignore a musician, because he is one). But it was like he did not even register that they were there. I walked up to them, stood close to them. Up close I could see that their red skin was covered in rolls of wrinkles, boils, and blisters. I knew what they were, but I was not afraid. The one closest to me leaned forward, still playing the stringed instrument he was holding, and began to speak to me. Deafness washed over me. I did not hear the music or what it said to me. This was a band of demons, expelled out of <PERSON> when he was baptised. I calmly but firmly said "Get back - Jesus has him." Instantly it was pushed back from me, and I was 30+ feet from the entrance of the bank with an angel on each side of me. I was surrounded by their light and I could hear the lights warmth (I know that sounds weird, hearing warmth, but I cannot describe it any other way). I wanted to be with <PERSON>,so I was instantly in the bank. No walking required. The inside was simply a white room. People were walking around, some with their head down, some talking to their self, others interacting. Very few were talking to other people. Some people were in line, some were at the front of the line. I found <PERSON> in line and joined him,and from there, he wrapped his arm around me and we talked about what we needed to do while we were in town. The white room I think, represented people who love God. Some of them were quiet and not talking to others, instead keeping counsel with their own self, refusing to let go of the self.walking head down,ashamed to be known for their love for God. Others in line were waiting for direction, listening and following in obedience, living in tune with God, they knew their old self was dead. It was sad to see how many Christians were wandering with their head down, hiding, hoping not to be seen. This was the most powerful dream I have ever had. It was lucid, and at the same time simple and clear. I will never forget coming face to face with the demon that once inhabited my husband. it wanted him back.it spoke to me because <PERSON> would not acknowledge it - which is because <PERSON> COULD NOT see it after he was baptized. I know when the deafness washed over me,it was pleading with me -- so it could get <PERSON> to make him fall, make him doubt. WE HAVE GOT NEWS FOR YOU, SATAN. YOU CANNOT HAVE HIM OR ME ANYMORE! God's building Adam up from scratch since his stroke, and building me up as well - and what ever comes of it will be for Gods glory,so BACK UP!