I've had the same dream/nightmare for many years with little variation.

I walk up a dark hill at night time to a large, tall old fashioned house. I walk into the house whish is half derelict and scarey as hell. At the top of the house in a large room is the devil.As I enter the room he attacks me. Sometimes he goes quickly, sometimes we fight a long time as I pray and pray and pray.

At the end of the dream I find myself in a very old Byzantine Cathedral with a most beautiful golden mosaic in the apse. Sometimes I float upwards, looking down at the people in the Church.

I guess for most people it would be just a dream. But I believe in the devil and the struggle between good and evil.

Also I believe in dreams. They are our great teachers. In them we conduct conversations with ourselves, with God and with all the other spiritual forces we encounter in our sleep.

The Shamans understood this. So too the prophets in scripture which team with accounts of dreams and dreaming. Of course we're too smart now to pay attention to dreams. A pity. For how else is God gonna grab us by the shoulder and give us a shake in our oh so busy lives???????