Maybe the men I saw in my dreams were the spirits of the men who died in battle. During the war in Afghanistan many soldiers died; the base had ceremonies every week where the coffins of the deceased were sent back home for burial.
Maybe instead of it being some kind of nightmare, it was a way to show me that they need a voice to speak up for them. Amazing!
When I was in Afghanistan we had to take anti-Malaria medicine. I ended up having a bad reaction to the first which landed me in the medical clinic where I got placed on a second medication.
It was then when my dreams became delusions. I could see men coming into my tent into my room. The vision was so vivid and real that my fear was intense.
Eventually, the logic of my brain painted a picture in which this would make sense. But the truth was I was scared that someone wanted to rape me.
According to the law, we all fall short of the glory of God. This is what God is, not us. We all make mistakes.
I hope I always make mistakes as not to run into self-righteousness. My constant prayer is to stay humble and in need of God.
When you have reached it here, you have learned a few things. One is that there is a sense of harmony when you are with other believers. This is really the only thing that I crave besides communion with the LORD... communion with the saints.
But what if there is resistance in that harmony that you keep running into? This saint is simply not part of your church. They are struggling or thriving in the LORD but you don't need to interact with them. They really aren't good for you.
The person in my life that I am struggling with has so many other gods and spirits on them that I am overwhelmed when I am around them. They make me feel anxious even though they are trying to be kind to me.
The wisdom they are sharing is not for me, nor for you.