DREAMS AND WALKING REALIZATIONS

𝘉𝘺 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘚𝘦𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘢𝘯

I have these things about dreams.

First, my most feared nightmare: snakes chasing me. As a child, these dreams haunted me, and I’d wake up screaming. Even as an adult, I’d wake up afraid and frustrated. This went on until my consecration to St. Joseph in 2021. During that time, I dreamt again of snakes chasing me—but this time, I didn’t run. I was brave, grabbed the snake by the head, and held it. I didn’t wake up afraid. I shared this with a kuya in my Light Group, and he showed me an image of St. Joseph, “Terror of Demons,” trampling the dragon with his staff. Since then, these dreams often end with the snake caught, and I wake up no longer afraid.

Second, whenever I wake from a bad dream, it’s almost always 3 AM. They say it’s the devil’s hour, but maybe it’s just a circadian thing.

Recently, it happened again. I dreamt of when my parents almost split—when my mom left, taking all my siblings except me, leaving me with my father she discovered was having an affair. I have long forgiven my parents, but as a teenage kid, I didn’t know what to do. Stuff like this hardens a kid. It wounds deep. The mind becomes a playground for the devil.

The next day, I counted all the coins I had and got a military haircut—not exactly cool for high school, but I had to hide the pain with a façade.

Back to the dream. I woke up, and as I expected, it was 3 AM. I didn’t know what to feel, but I chose grace. In the silence of dawn, I forgave my parents again—my father for the infidelity, my mother for not choosing me too.

I don’t want to give the devil credit, but if it’s his game, I flipped it. I prayed. I chose grace—I am loved, chosen, forgiven. Then I wrote this reflection.

Circadian or the devil, I place this battle in God’s hands. For His glory. I will trust Him to guard me in my sleep, and like my patron St. Joseph, my sleep becomes a space for God.

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