My Nightmare, Someone’s Reality: The Warfare Against Racism

My Nightmare, Someone’s Reality: The Warfare Against Racism


Originally Published October 10, 2016

Most of my family and close friends know about my “gifting” with dreams.  I’ve always believed that God speaks to me through them.  Every time I close my eyes to sleep, I’m transported to dream land. Sometimes, they literally come true in part or entirety. Other times they are interpretations of clarity and or warning for real life. My dreams are easily imprinted with what’s going on in my life, in the world, and even what I watch on television and movies. I have to be extra protective of my eyes and ears.

So, now that you know this, you can understand why I was so upset and shaken, from a nightmare I had a couple of nights ago. With my eyes still closed, I replayed it to Sam. The more I talked about what happened, the more the tears began to flow.

So, what happened in this nightmare???

The Nightmare

In this nightmare I was in an unfamiliar neighborhood, standing on a front porch, folding a large brown sheet. A white neighbor from across the street a couple houses down was outside, with his dog. The dog was barking towards me and he yelled at the dog to be quiet. He said loud enough but indirectly, “If I can’t attack them n—–‘s neither can you”.  I looked up his way to acknowledge that I heard him and waved with a smile. I shouldn’t have done that. But I was thinking, I just want him to know that I’m not intimidated and he’s not going to get a rise out of me.

Shortly after this, a black male friend comes by (I don’t know him in real life), and helps me with folding the sheet. Next thing I know, here comes that neighbor and two other white men, so three men in total. They come on the porch, and the neighbor is talking softly to me, but it sounds like he was apologizing. I couldn’t hear him because of background noise, so I lean in a little closer. He suddenly grabs my head and slams me down to the ground, with the back of my head hitting the pavement hard!

I was in shock for a few seconds as he tried to keep banging my head on the pavement. I tried to fight back to get loose, but I wasn’t strong enough. Then immediately it came to me to start rebuking the evil inside of him. I had no strength physically, but I became incredibly strong spiritually. I yelled “I rebuke you Satan in the name of Jesus” and “I plead the blood of Jesus” back and forth with other things until I was able to get loose by pulling apart his jaw, enough to hurt him and let me go. He ran off to the side. Then the next guy jumped in and started attacking me, I didn’t skip a beat!

I made sure to look him straight in the eyes and spoke directly to that demon. I could see this man’s eyes and pupils getting darker and larger to about a quarter size. The more I demanded the demon to loose me and to flea this man, the deeper I felt I was looking into his soul. I was looking THROUGH this man. I wasn’t fighting a man, I was fighting evil. I glanced and saw my black male friend standing on the side, frozen in silence.

The attacker got off of me, and then I woke up to Sam rubbing my arm.



I was still in shock and fresh from the nightmare. I vaguely remember breathing heavily. I could still feel some pressure in the back of my head. Sam says that I wasn’t sleep talking or anything, but he pulled me close. With my eyes closed shut, I started telling Sam what happened and the more I talked, those tears started to flow heavy.

I started to word vomit everything in my mind. I basically stated that I couldn’t trust anyone, not white people, not even black people, and I’m not protected. And who more is not protected, but the babies, the young children who can’t fight back. I thought of our son Samson, and Sam and how everyday now, when we depart we say to each other “Be Safe”.

Then I thought and talked about the women. I realized the evil of racism has come over us too. We’re targets because they think we’re weak and fragile. We are back in the days of slavery, when the slave owners ripped our families apart, stole our children, raped our women, and abused us. I always wondered if I would have been strong enough to stand up for myself as a slave, or during the Civil Rights movements. I started to pray over the men and women in my family and my friends.

I cried even more because I felt helpless. I always hear people say, “if all you’re doing is praying that’s not enough”. I told Sam, I can’t go down and march, I don’t know what officials to call, and if I call what do I say. I don’t want anything to happen to my family, because I am sure, that I WILL end up in jail myself. Then I feared jail! But then a switch happened.

The Power We Have Over Racism

I remembered that the only one I CAN trust is God! Only He can save me and protect my family and my friends. Sam also reminded me that we as Christ believers do have the protection of God to cover us. So then I sat up and went back into spiritual beast mode, and prayed putting Satan on notice. I realized quickly that this was Satan’s plan to make me have fear again. But I declared these scriptures as they flooded my mind:

“…Greater is He that is in [me] than he that is in the world.” 1 John 4:4
“No weapon formed against me [or my household or my family] shall prosper…” Isaiah 54:17

And I’m reminded of this scripture,

“For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places.” Ephesians 6:12 NKJV


I prayed again for Sam, for Samson, for our family and friends. I threatened Satan that he better NOT try and touch one hair on any of us. Because, if he did I was coming for him.

Like Sam told me, I don’t know how people do this life, without the assurance of God’s protection. We as children of God have a right, we have a protection and we have a spiritual power that is FAR GREATER than ANYTHING the enemy could try and hold against us, or over us.

The rest of the day I was on edge a bit while I was out and about. I was alert to my surroundings more than usual, but I kept praying God’s protection over myself. Later that day on a home visit to see a client, I drove into the neighborhood, and realized it looked eerily similar to the neighborhood I was in during my nightmare. Same color of the homes and everything! And when I left the house, across the street a couple of doors down, stood a white man, just like in the nightmare… yet among other black residents. Talk about De Ja Vu?!?

How Do We Fight Back?

What do I want you to get from this? I want you, regardless of your race and cultural background, to pray over your family. We need to be praying God’s protection over our families daily. Not out of fear, but just declaring their safety.

I also want you to remember that this is not just a physical war of racial, social, and economical injustice. This is a supernatural war that has to be dealt with in the spiritual realm through the power of prayer and commanding things to change. Going spiritual is not scary when you know what you’re tapping into. How do you tap in? Prayer. Every time you pray, you’re tapping into the spiritual realm.

Yes, racism and prejudice is a cycle that has been repeating itself from the beginning of time. Yes, if you have the means or the ability to march, protest, call, write, meet with influencer’s to initiate change, by all means do so. However, we can’t just stop there. If you’re a prayer warrior, or even just understand the power of prayer, you need to pray. And I’m not talking about the simple, “As I lay me down to sleep” prayers. Pray with authority, pray like you’re talking directly to the real enemy and remind him whose you are. Tell him that he needs to leave, and that he has no right to anything or anyone he’s trying to overcome.

If and when I ever encounter someone who is racist, or prejudice, I’ll be forever reminded of this nightmare. It is not the person I’m dealing with. It’s the spirit and I won’t give that person or spirit the gratification of getting a rise out of me. I just pray God gives me the wisdom on how to handle the situation, and keep me out of jail and alive.

I’m all about Black Lives Matter. We as blacks have been highlighted and targeted immensely this year. Yet do not be naive to think that this whole racial war can’t and won’t flip the script on other races, or other categories of people. God has given us the freewill to choose how we act and what we do with our lives. He’s a gentleman and won’t force himself on us. However, the enemy has no respect or loyalty to anyone and he will try every way he can to push his evil influence on people. That’s why we have to guard our hearts and minds, and be prepared to fight back against him through prayer.

Praying doesn’t make you weak. It makes you strong. It’s another weapon in our bag to help us survive these hard and pressing times. Don’t stop praying. Be encouraged.

Sincerely, Mrs. Mommy




2 thoughts on “My Nightmare, Someone’s Reality: The Warfare Against Racism

  1. This couldn’t come at a better time. I’m so sorry you had to have that dream, but thank you for sharing it and your insight. It’s times like these when I want to ban together even more with ALL of my brothers and sisters in Christ and otherwise to stand against this demonic force labeled racism. How petty is it to judge someone on the color of their skin? So many great people of all nationalities have formed the conveniences and blessings we have today and I am grateful for them all. I love you lady!

    1. Thanks Jen! I so agree with you about the blessings we have in this world because of each other – we have all had contributions to this world to make it easier to live in. It would truly be a flat world without all of that input. Thank you so much for reading! Love you too!!

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