June 2, 2018 (between 5:30 and 6:15 a.m.)
I remember it being well past 4 a.m. when I had tossed back over to my left side and strove get a little more sleep. I was really "pressing into" and focusing in on the Lord prior, in clearing my thoughts (while focused on Him) and learning to discern the images that He was putting into my mind (while identifying the ones which were either from me, or from the enemy). I Kings 19:12 still applies.
...When I had come to in lucid-dream state, I was in my bedroom of my current house and was about to engage in tossing out my door a variety of "junk items", furniture, clutter, etc. (this room has a door which leads outside into our carport). I recall doing this in certain dreams before, earlier this year, where I would lift and toss various worldly items out my door; and then -- upon turning away, God's angels (invisible) would seemingly instantaneously get rid of them for me.
This one, however, would end up being much, much greater in scale.
As I recall, I began lifting and tossing the clutter built up in my room out the exit door. Then, once the doorway became entirely clogged with stuff, I would just momentarily look the other way for something else and turn back again -- to see the doorway then completely cleaned out and ready to receive more.
I remember making a playful comment about this, due to my past experiences being a furniture and appliance delivery driver. I believe I may have said something like "Man! ...y'all are just efficient at this work, aren't ya!".
After a short while of this, masquerading demonic spirits then slowly began entering in from the adjoining room (which connects to the rest of the house). I would either hear or perceive them beginning to enter in, and be met with a masquerading human form of some sort. This ranged from man to woman, white to black, etc.
Upon them entering, I would immediately interrogate (I John 4:1) and say "In Jesus name, are you a demon?", from which I would receive an affirmative answer ("yes", "yeah", etc.). And from there, I would physically engage (Ephesians 6:12) and throw them out the exit door. I was moving with determination and purpose, and was treating this as a serious work. God's angels were there, and evidently assigned just outside my exit door.
This felt like it went on for a considerable time, as I recall also requesting, at some point, to be kept in this dream for as long as it would take to get the job done.
...the pace seemingly began to pick up more, as more masquerading demons would pop in from the adjoining room; along with more stuff manifesting in my bedroom. Same process, though: interrogate, physically engage, and cast out the door (also: if you don't engage and physically evict them in dreams, they won't leave).
During a small break in this, as I was throwing out some remaining clutter items in the room, I asked God out-loud if I could see just a little bit of one of His angels. ...I didn't get an evident answer to my prayer; yet, His angels were still invisibly assisting me in getting rid of whatever I would throw out of my room.
Still curious, I then asked "Angels...are you allowed to give me an audible answer?"
No discernible response.
(at this point, God may be desiring me to "walk by faith, not by sight" in regards to His angels)
Finishing up, I noticed some LCD-like monitors and audio amps resting against the wall by the exit door. So I punched through them to break them and threw them out, too...only for new ones to manifest where the prior one was at.
The pace then picked up again, at a higher rate than before.
Now, in steady phases, literal groups of masquerading demon spirits were entering in from the adjoining room. I remember calling out "Lord, please strengthen my hands!" in order to have a power boost in dealing with them. At this point, I was simply pummeling anything that came in. I knew they were all demons at this point, so it was redundant to interrogate. Using both fists together, they were getting pummeled left-and-right and thrown out!
After a while of this I felt myself tiring out...but I was still determined to get the job done; to get every last bit of them all "cast out of" my "house".
At one point here, I asked out-loud "Hey, Lord. Can I have a vision of You?", believing that I was doing good in the pace that I was going, in deliverance.
Not long after, I then heard an evil laugh emanate from over to my right, upon my closet wall.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!"
Undeterred, I yelled out "Bring it!!"
Just then -- the pace picked up DRAMATICALLY.
Mysteriously, it was like they were now pouring in by the literal 100's. Becoming much too quickly overwhelmed, I did my best...in somehow willing myself to zip around in spirit and deal with every last one.
...At a slight break in this chaos, I was by the exit door and spitting perversions out of my mouth in exhaustion.
"...Lord...I'm sorry. If this (my prayer request) is justification by works...then please make it stop"
Then, it stopped.
Still in the red-tinted bedroom, I'm in a wore out sitting position, exhausted and dumbfounded, and now bowing in submissive worship.
"Lord...can I just have a vision of You?"
"...in Jesus' name?"
And then...I steadily came to, now awakening, in my living room.
I felt a slight rising sensation on my right arm, as my eyes became fixed ahead of me on the picture my late mom painted that I still have hanging on the living room wall.
Focusing more on the portrait, I noticed a momentary emphasis being placed upon a certain object on it...
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