Lessons from the Unseen: A Dramatic Dream of Cleansing
Introduction:
Every now and then, a dream arrives not as a random flicker of the mind, but as a message — a symbolic drama staged by the unseen to remind us where we stand on our path. This morning I woke from such a dream, one that carried the weight of inner struggle, healing, and spiritual authority. I record it here not to impress anyone, but to acknowledge the subtle ways the soul speaks when we are quiet enough to listen.
A Dramatic Dream of Cleansing
Last night I woke from a dream so vivid and dramatic that I felt it deserved to be recorded, if only to remind myself of how the unseen speaks when the inner world is ready to reveal something. It began in a kind of gathering, a communal space where, strangely enough, I found myself running a restaurant. People were milling around, conversations happening in corners, and I was moving through the place with a sense of responsibility, as though the upkeep of the whole area fell naturally on my shoulders. I decided that the surroundings needed a cleanup, inside and out.
As I walked through the space, someone brought in several pairs of new shoes. I looked at them and found a pair I liked. There was no hesitation—I simply decided to take them. But immediately I was confronted by a man larger than me, as though challenging my right to step into something new. Without thinking, I took him down. Not in anger, but with a kind of clarity, as if brushing aside a long-faded doubt.
Then the dream shifted. An old friend of mine, a woman I knew very well, appeared before me. The moment I looked at her, I knew something was wrong. Her face, her presence—everything signaled a disturbance within her. She was possessed, or overshadowed, by something that did not belong to her. And before I knew what I was doing, I reacted.
I leapt into the air and came down balanced on one hand, the other shaped like a claw above her head. I reached into her, symbolically, and pulled something out—some dark, unseen presence. With all my strength, I hurled it far into the horizon, shouting Allahu Akbar! The words came with force and conviction, as though they did not arise from me but through me.
As I walked away, I heard friends behind me clapping, celebrating, acknowledging the act. And that was when I woke up, my heart still pounding, but with an odd sense of completion.
Dreams like these, whether they come from memory, imagination, or the deeper strata of consciousness, often point to an inner shift. A restaurant is a place of nourishment; perhaps I have been hosting more souls than I realize. The need to clean up reflects the same impulse I’ve carried through much of my life—to bring order, clarity, and awareness wherever I stand. The new shoes may well be a sign of a new phase, a new identity, a new path under my feet.
However, the most powerful part was the woman who appeared to be possessed. Whether she represents someone I know, or a part of myself long overshadowed by old wounds or emotional burdens, I cannot say. What I do know is that the act of pulling that darkness out and casting it away felt like a declaration—one made not with ego, but with surrender. Allahu Akbar. Only God is greater, and whatever healing we offer is only by His leave.
Perhaps the applause was simply my own inner self acknowledging a shift. Perhaps it was something else. The Unseen has many voices and many ways of telling us when we are ready to step forward.
And so I record this dream as another reminder along my journey:
that cleansing begins within,
that fear can be overcome,
and that sometimes, in the world of dreams, we are shown who we truly are behind the veil.
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