Dreams of Hell: Battling Satan, Trusting God
- Gods Biscuits Official
- Apr 9, 2025
- 10 min read
Updated: Dec 29, 2025
In the quiet solitude of my 40s, dreams have always been just that—dreams. Fleeting whispers of imagination, dismissed with the dawn. I’ve always kept my dreams to myself. Talking about them feels… foolish. People would think I’m crazy. Like those biblical prophets, Ezekiel rambling about wheels within wheels, or Daniel interpreting Nebuchadnezzar's nightmares. They were ridiculed, seen as madmen touched by something dangerous. I understand why. Who would believe me if I said I’d just spent the night warring as a fearless queen, commanding armies of mythical beasts and teleporting across alien landscapes?
