The Midnight Battle and the Victory from God

It was the 24th of July, 1998, around 1:00 a.m. I was lying beside my brother, fast asleep, when suddenly I found myself in a dream—

but it was more than a dream.

I was walking through my village, chasing pigs and dogs and pulling down shrines, as though cleansing the land. Everything seemed normal until I was instantly transported back into my room… only this time, I wasn’t alone.

A young woman appeared and tried to force herself on me. I resisted her, and immediately her mother entered, both of them trying with strange strength to overpower me. As they struggled, a huge dog appeared and joined them, its presence dark and intimidating.

The fight became intense—unnatural. Realizing what was happening, a holy anger rose inside me. I began to speak in tongues. The very moment the tongues erupted from my mouth, everything changed.

The young woman suddenly panicked, screaming and looking for a way to escape.

Her mother transformed into a very old woman, frail and weak.

The huge dog became powerless, its strength evaporating like smoke.

Then the young woman vanished, and the old woman fell back on a bed crying for help. I wanted to speak to destroy the remaining presence of that dog, but I found I could not speak the words.

Suddenly—I woke up.

But the encounter wasn’t over.

Right beside my bed stood the image of a girl I knew from the village, staring at me. When I turned my head toward her, she immediately started walking out of the room. I grabbed my oil lamp and followed her outside, but she disappeared into the darkness.

The time was 2:15 a.m.

With holy anger, I began to pray, curse, and scatter every power involved.

God has always protected me.