Last night (what would have been the early hours of 5th July), I had a really power dream. I was praying before I went to bed, and I heard God speak to me the "Heart Exercises". The dream started, in my local church hall with the local vicar doing so prep work or ironmongery and I then travelled across the pacific. I went swimming in the choral reef by Australia saw beautiful fish and sealife. I was also wearing some old rusty medieval armour. Once we got to the location we were meant to be the breastplate was worn out and had to be cut off. The next phase was being re-equipped. I distinctly remember being given a bright shiny sword with gold/brass adorned on the hilt and brand new crusader helm from the mid-12th century, bright and shiny and adorned in gold and brass. I then went into battle with tentacled sort of creature, a bit like the monster from Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring when the fellowship head into mines of Moria. This creature had hold of a friend, whom I was trying to save, I cut through one tentacle, then another, but did quite have strength to cut through a third. Just as hope was fading, I think it was St. Michael, (though David also rings a bell), turned up and with one swing of his sword this demonic creature was dead and we were saved.