This is an older dream, but one I wanted to post for context with another dream I had recently as I believe they're related. So, since I haven't posted this before, here's the dream:
The dream begins with me in my living room playing on my computer. As I was doing this, the devil shows up, and fills the room with this horrible, dark, rancid, thick cloud like it was made of darkness itself. Yet, despite him being there, I wasn't afraid of him. If anything, I was mildly annoyed. Eventually, after he'd messed with me for a while, I got tired of him and his mischief. So I turned around, and rebuked him and told him to leave, and did so several times, but he wouldn't leave or even listen to me. Just then I felt God open my mouth and speak to him (the devil), through me, in this deep, powerful, authoritative voice that rebuked the devil like a cannon.
I almost squashed Him when it happened as I wasn't expecting it, but when I realized who it was, I let Him run, and man, when I did, God put the smack down on the devil bigtime!! The darkness then lingered in the room for a few moments, almost like he (the devil) was throwing a tantrum, and then left. As soon as he left, the room went from kinda this shadowy midnight to a bright, beautiful, fragrant, mid day sun lit wonder. It was cool!
This dream is about a case of demonic oppression in my life, and God's eventual victory over it. I'm still waiting on that latter part, so please pray for me.