I have had dreams about lions in the past. They were trying to kill me especially this one female lion in particular. But eventually I killed the lion with a knife and she did not come back to bother me in my dreams ever again.
However, in the last couple of months a lion has returned. Last night it was a male.
So what happened was… I dreamt I was in my grandmother’s home and I was living my life from room to room. Until one day I looked out in the kitchen window and I noticed all the brush in the backyard that needed to be cleared away and the screen on the window was tattered and torn. So I stepped outside and it turned into my mother’s huge backyard. in looking upon all of the space and area I realized I had not taken the time to really look around and see and appreciate all that she had left me. There was a huge mound, a man made mound, mountainous, and I thought to myself “Why would she build this big heap of dirt here?” And I thought hmmm. this might be nice to lay on to sun bathe but as I tried to walk on top of it… it gave way, and I realized it wasn’t solid, just a brown cover of some sort.
I walked to the front of it where there seemed to be a hole and lifted it up to reveal all of these things from the past, mine, my Mothers, and the Family. There was a shed, suitcases of items, just a lot of junk down there and I was shocked because I thought that all these things had been taken care of, thrown out. but I realized she had just buried them in this gigantic hole and tried to cover it up.
Then out from underneath the mound came charging above ground, a male lion with all his glory. My cat was outside with me and as I started to run from the lion, I called out “Run Solomon run!”.
As I was running I turned around to make sure that the lion was chasing me and not my pet, but as I turned, I saw that my cat had already ran across the yard and was at my feet defending me from that lion. And in an instant the lion went to eat the cat and I grabbed the cat out of the lion’s mouth. All I knew was that seeing my pet being eaten alive by a lion would be worse then any death that could have happened to me. And as soon as I pulled my cat away from that lion, the lion laid down on his side… like a big hand came down, tipped him over, and started petting him. He could not move but he was not fighting it. He seemed to be getting pleasure. And in my heart and mind I was praying to God, perplexed by this Lions behavior, when I heard a voice say “It’s love that stopped that lion.”
I woke up with so many messages lingering from this dream… with the main message being that the Power of love is beyond my comprehension… but is the very thing that will truly free me from any Animals trying to attack from the past.