Demons with Presents

First demonic dream in a while...
I've tried to block it out a bit, so you'll only get glimpses...

There was a trolley involved. I was traveling. I came to a little room, not so much like a hotel room as a cabin. I unlocked the door and went inside to settle myself. Then there was a knock at the door. I opened it and there was an over weight baby-faced guy delivering something (can't remember what). I took the thing and then proceeded to close the door. He stepped in and attempted to kiss me. I shoved him away. (I think I had a little girl with me somewhere in the room. My friend Kathy's adopted daughter.)(I saw them yesterday.) I tried to get him out the door, but he was over powering me. Instead of going into the house I decided I would have an easier time getting away if I ran. So I started running. I don't remember if he turned into a tall black woman, or if I just saw her to my right. As I was running he/she began to ooze a clear goop out of somewhere near the top of his/her head. Then she/he began to fling it at me. It hit my head and moved down my face obscuring my vision. I was trying to wipe my eyes as I ran but the stuff was so thick I couldn't remove it, and now it was just getting all over my hands and arms too. I couldn't continue running, but I kept struggling. As he/she came closer I started to realize it was demonic. I began to say, "Go away, in the name of Jesus", but my words were only whispers (as they often are in these dreams). I tried over and over again until I was aware that I was sleeping, and that the only way I was going to be able to speak up was if I woke up. So I woke up. I lay in my bed catching my breath for a minute then told the spirit to leave. (and 5 minutes later... I was back asleep).

I did have another dream in my second half of sleep and it was a pleasant one.. but I can't remember it.

The dream reminds me of a conversation I had with Tanya the other day. We were talking about demons bringing "gifts" to our door. "Gifts" of lies, like "You're not good enough." or "You can't do this, give up." (stuff like that) Tanya equated those lies that we often accept as packages arriving full of $#!** and us signing for it, and saying, "Oh thanks" as we take the package full of $#!** into our house, and then proceed to rub it on ourselves like lotion.
In the dream, I accepted the package... giving the demon a foot in the door. I didn't KNOW it was a demon at the time. He was offering me something I wanted, like pizza. (on this diet... I'd die for some pizza). It's interesting that he was fat; like he represented all these temptations to cheat on my diet... or just to give up and be happy with being over weight.
He wanted to obscure my vision with the ooze stuff... that's what demons do; They just don't want you to see things clearly. If they can make it look better (and you get to live in denial), or if they can make things look worse (and you get to live life depressed), either way works for them. "Don't deal with the problem, and we'll always have a 'way in'," they say.

I'm praying this morning that that was a Solomon type experience. (Going back to when Solomon asked for wisdom in a dream... and it really happened.) I would love to have just fought that demon and won, in real life. I don't want him back.
I have such a hard time with food, and such a hard time believing I can do this. I don't want to accept those lies as presents anymore... they are packages of $#!**.