I don't know how to start this.
I don't think that very many of us will be exempt from having nightmares. I just had a few last night.
Here's the thing; as a child, we seek a place or a state we know is safe before we try to sleep again. If it is our parent's bed, our floor, or, if crying and drinking water makes us feel safe then we do that.
My Mother would pray over me, and then I could get back to sleep.
Naturally, when I wake up from nightmares now, I try to cry to God. I tell him I don't like nightmares, or ask him to take them away. This is good, but it isn't getting at the root.
Last night I tried something new. After crying to God and asking Jesus to be with me, I told him what the nightmares were preying off of, my fears. I'm not going into specifics here, but when I was able to tell God exactly what the nightmares reminded me of, he began to help me see that nothing nothing nothing can snatch me away from his hand. I began talking aloud, repeating that and then I began to understand that even my worst fears couldn't destroy my soul, even they could not make me so sullied that God could not redeem me. I was and am forever His.
I think Jesus wants to bring us healing, not just a good night's sleep, and talking about our fears and his realities with him is healing.
And that is how I deal with nightmares, starting with last night.
