This dream starts out with me in my old hometown of Marshall, MI, on the West Side of town where the baseball diamonds are.  We're (my family and I, mom, dad, and sister) standing in one of these ball parks (a really tiny one) that was poorly setup, talking about it, like, "Yeah, this shouldn't be here, it's dumb, I don't know why they did this, etc."  Just then some evil people, and I mean, they were so evil you could just feel it flow off them like a fog, showed up in the park and started to setup shop.  Some of them just stood around and did nothing, but another guy, like a Satanic high priest in the stripe of Anton LaVey, appeared and started assembling this satanic alter right over home plate.  At first we ignored him.  But after a bit I pushed back on what he was doing, like, "You shouldn't be doing this."  But I didn't do anything other than that.  As this continued, and he kept adding more parts to the alter, and the feeling of darkness and evil continued to grow, I began to get concerned for my family.  So I gathered them up and started to usher them away.  That's when the baseball diamond changed into my bedroom.  At this point I quickly moved my family to another room where they would be safe.

Once they were, I came back to face down the satanic high priest, and his crew.  That's when things got real.  I kid you not, it went from something passive, to a straight up bar fight.  Like, a knuckles down, knives out, fists in the air, bonafide bar fight.  And I'm not talking about a wild western style bar fight with fists flying.  This was next level.  As the fight started this crowd of robed satanic acolytes came charging at me in full force, with dark, satanic rage...from 6 different directions.  Now here's the wild part.  Before the fight began, I was nervous and concerned.  But once the fight started, the fear just vanished, and it became just a straight up "do the thing" kinda exercise.  No fear, no worry, just "I've got a thing to do, so let's get busy."  And, as a point of note, this was NOT an easy fight.  Those satanic acolytes kept me busy for a while.  And I mean a good while.  The thing is, despite that, I handled them all as though I was in an FPS game, strategically moving up and down the hallway I was in, as needed, to address each threat as they appeared, dealing first with each of the closest, most immediate threats, and then working my way down the pecking order as each of those got sorted.

Like, back and forth, back and forth, up and down that hallway, whacking those acolytes one after another using sorta like this spiritual version of the "palm blast" superpower skill that I've developed for use in my dreams.  I'd aim the palm of my hand, with my arm stretched out, at one of the attacking acolytes and then fire one of these blasts into their chest, which would immediately send them flying backwards into like this dark mist, where they completely disappeared, only to be replaced shortly after by yet another one of these super angry, demonic satanic acolytes.  Eventually the fight ended, after I dumped around a good 60 or better of them.  However, I'm not sure why that was.  It's almost like they just ran out of minions to throw at me or something.  And, that's kinda not surprising given that I was literally oneshotting everyone they threw at me.  Realizing that the fight was over, I quickly retreated back to my bedroom and, just as I got in the door, two demonic spirits, like satanic high priests, showed up in the doorway and glared at me.  Without even batting an eye, I looked at the first one, who seemed like the most immediate threat, and said, "Demon!  In the name of Jesus, I cast you into Hell!"  And immediately he vanished.  From what I was made to understand, he legit landed in Hell at that exact moment with no way out.  The other one, deciding it was probably better to take his chances elsewhere, bugged out and left me alone.

I then turned around and looked at my bedroom, with all the stuff the demons had left behind, and was like, "Yeah, I'm gonna need to clean this up.  I just need to get some light in here first."  So I went over and turned on one of the lights in the room, but it only lit one corner corner of the room while the rest remained in darkness (it was that same satanic darkness from before, and not a natural one), and I was like, "<sigh> Yeah, it looks like I've got some work ahead of me to clean this place out of all this demonic influence."  The dream then ended there.

And, if anyone is asking, this was indeed a legitimate spiritual warfare dream.  It was also probably the most extreme one I've ever had.  I'm still just blown away by how intense it was.  I also woke up from this one in a hot sweat, so yeah.  It wasn't a pizza dream by any means.  This one was real in a big way.  And I think it happened due to a major revelation the Lord had just given me that day, which I think terrified the demons and caused them to freak out because, ya know, you don't throw a whole platoon of minions at someone like that unless you're straight up terrified and desperate, because they absolutely hauled out the heavy hardware against me on this one.  So someone was legit terrified right before that happened.  But, thanks to God, I walked away from this fight without a scratch on me.  Seriously.  That's like a first for me as my other spiritual warfare dreams have usually resulted in me getting hurt in at least some small way.  But the worst I had here was a bed that was soaking wet from sweat, and me needing to go cool off somewhere for a bit.  Anyhow, just wanted to share that with you all.