Many years ago I would sometimes have scary bizarre dreams of planes crashing and buildings collapsing, but that was before I knew I was safe in Jesus’ arms and he would take me (and all his saints) to Heaven before the horrific and terrifying Tribulation.
It was a series of three dreams in three days, the first one having [seemingly] nothing to do with those airplanes, but rather in perceptions. It involved a sly person ostensibly an expert, wanting me to believe something permanent and negative, so that my belief would become the reality she desired. It could only happen, though, if I believed her.
She kept explaining why I should arrive to her same conclusion, but I didn't fall for it. She unwittingly overplayed her hand, in trying too hard to convince.
And dreams are supposed to be the realm where the mind unwinds from the day, lol. I suppose they are, so if they reveal the state of my mind at rest...
Never a dull moment!