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Dreams That Change You

By Michael Lyons –

It’s an odd thing about dreams—they take on a sense of reality while in them. Everything in the dream makes perfect sense. It is not until awakening that the reality of life puts the dream into a different context that makes little sense. Occasionally, I have a dream that makes perfect sense and reveals its true meaning after I am wide awake.

I have had dreams whose reality is of a nature beyond normal dreams and beyond conscious life. They relegate life to a dream state from which we will awaken. Dreams like these are beyond nature, which is to say they are supernatural. They can leave an indelible mark on your being.

Here is one such dream.

It was a brightly lit day and I was in a cabin with many windows. The cabin was in a flat area at the bottom of a wooded ridge. Inside the cabin were me, a man with a rifle, and a very treacherous man I’ll call Wiley. The man with the rifle had captured Wiley. Wiley was rather ugly with rough, hard skin and a crooked grin that never left his face until the end.

The man was about too hand me the rifle. I understood without words, I was to accept the rifle while looking directly at Wiley. The man never took his eyes off Wiley until I had the rifle and Wiley under control.

“Take him to the top of the ridge.” He continued with emphasis, “Do not take your eyes off of him. Anything more than a blink and he will trick you. He is crafty beyond what you can imagine.”

I knew I had no choice but to do as instructed. Without explanation, I knew the man had to leave so he could capture other bad guys.

I held the rifle waist high and kept my eyes on Wiley as I marched him along the bottom of the ridge towards the top.

I used peripheral vision to navigate several twists and turns and other obstructions. We almost reached a clearing along the way when I had to navigate around a bucket sized boulder next to a tree root. I glanced down for a split second . . .

All in that split second, Wiley had the rifle and was quickly raising it to shoot. There was no moment to think about an exit strategy, no words like in the movies, no life passing before my eyes, just instant death. In that same split second I understood Wiley was not a man.

As the trigger pull started, Wiley was suddenly suspended about 15 feet in the air by three shards of electricity, like the kind in a Nikola Tesla experiment. The electricity was coming from three men on horses. Their lances (similar to those used by knights of old) pointed at Wiley, emitted electrical charges that suspended him in mid-air. They rode away with Wiley as he wreathed in pain.

A fourth Rider on a white horse nudged his horse closer to me, looked down and said, “You will be ok now.” Then he rode away. Without words I knew this was the Archangel Michael and the first three horsemen were his angels. Wiley was one of Satan’s dominions.

Michael and the others were about 10’ tall and their horses were proportionately large too.

His skin was light brown and his hair was jet black and not long. He wore chest armor and and did not have wings. His horse was restless yet there was a stillness about Michael.

The power I witnessed was stunning. I was in speechless awe of the pure power. Michael was without question, in charge. His voice was not compassionate but not cruel. He was all business, 100% warrior.


I don’t usually think about angels, so the dream surprised me. And, I don’t think Angels look like those in depicted in European renaissance paintings. Angels made great men like Daniel quake and fall on their face in fear. I once saw a painting of Angels that didn’t look like boys or girls, or even adults. That’s not the Angel Daniel saw and it’s not the Angels I saw.

This is not the Angel I saw in my dream!

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