I've had demonic dreams before, even dreamed I started punching and kicking a demon who wouldn't get out of a bedroom in a house. But never anything like this.
Started dreaming I was in the middle of what looked like no where. On the side of a dirt road, walked a little ways and came to a little cabin off to road went over to it and tried to open the door. A little black boy opened the door and just stared at me, I said hello where am I and he never would say a word. Some reason I pulled a S&W 27 out of my belt and cocked it and tried to shoot when an old old person came up put their hand on it and took it from me. The trigger worked but the hammer wouldn't drop hard enough to do anything. I walked back out to the road and from both directions could see a huge line of people walking down he road wearing off white toga looking The first one scared the crap out of me, it was a lady I guess from Africa with a basket of fish on her head. She just looked at me and said son follow us on down to the meeting spot. Some reason I did, we walked for what seemed like hours, I kept asking people what day it was since I had to be home she finally said that time didn't matter now. We walked more and the two groups came together at a cross roads, I remember the land but the building was gone. It was the first Church I ever went to, but you could tell nothing had been there in years.
We walked over and sat down along the side of the road where a pond used to be, and started singing Shall We Gather at the River. I never knew the words to the song, but did then. About half way through the song I woke up.
I've never had a peaceful dream before, most of the time it ends with a demon holding me above my couch in the living room.
I go in for gallbladder surgery in a few days, and that's got me shook pretty good, also been having some heavy thoughts about the state of everything. I don't know if its from the stress of everything or the Chinese or what