I just woke up from a Dream where I was a child again.

Praise The Lord for His Kindness towards me to allow me to have this dream.

I was about 8 or 9 and we were staying at my Great-Grandpa's house. I was supposed to be asleep in the living room on a roll out bed. My baby sister, bless her sweet heart, was asleep in a crib behind me. I was thinking about young men who wear their pants down over their underwear and how I would like to take them to task. I was called "Old Mother Hubbard" as a kid for a reason.

Then, I see a black man ghost standing over Kristen staring into her crib. Then as I stare at it, the ghost changes to become a short stormtrooper with evil cape. I start trying to talk and I have a speech impediment-far worse than any I actually had as a child, and I tell that ghost, "Satan, get thee hence, in the Name of Jesus Christ." 2X.

Then I start praying to Lord Jesus asking Him to protect us. Then I hear what sounds like a rock hitting the trailer really hard. That thwap sound on metal, real sharp. Which is weird cause my Great Grandpa didn't have a trailer, but a house.

So, it's getting to be 7 am and it's time to get up and dad comes in to wake us up. I was really tired after all this and Lord Jesus was with us at that point, so I could finally go to sleep but it's time to get up. I tell dad about what happened and he picks Baby Krissy up out of her crib. Now, I can remember them picking her up. How I loved my baby sister. She was so precious to me. Dad says someone shot something at him, but he was alright.

Then, I played with the cats, with Sheba who has been dead for years and my current kitty Rosie who was jealous of Sheba. I was with momma.

The Lord recreated it for me today so I could go back to being with these people and somewhat at peace, though I was still disgruntled as all get out.