A huge door barred and sealed...
Well my friend Hibbity has been having some weird dreams lately and now I am joining the slumberland entertainment train.
I had a dream, that was very vivid, and...I hate to admit this...scary.
It all started innocently enough on the internet on this website. I finally had some new commenters and they were inviting me to a party of sorts. I immediately jumped at the chance to go, which is rather odd. Those of you who know me know I usually like just small groups, not a large number of occupants in any given room. These rooms were enormous. It was a victorian mansion I believe. Feeling kind of swarthy (we were drinking at this party) I asked some women to dance, and to my complete and utter surprise they said, "yes!"
"Wow" is all I could reply.
So we danced until I started to realize things were'nt what they seemed as they seldom are in my life. *Sigh*
The proprietor of this establishment has a name like Carhein or something close to this. Strangely enough I knew we were in Germany, but those who know me know I have never been outside of the States. I feel in some way this is an important factor, but for the life of me I don't know why.
The women I was dancing with asked me if I wanted to go explore the other rooms. At this point I discovered that I was on the second or third floor of the mansion and that the first floor was a museum of sorts. Now is where it gets a bit trepidacious.
We start our journey wandering from room to room and the scene switches, like that of a movie, to a man with a dark look about him. He has long black hair and brown eyes and a black leather jacket with studs on it I think. He has a face like a horse and He is EVIL. There is no other way to describe it, I just knew instinctively that he was pure EVIL. On the floor in front of him was a pentagram in blood, and he was holding a woman who's (those who are squeamish do not need to highlight this part to read on, you get the jist of it He's EVIL ) throat was slit from ear to ear and his hands were covered in blood and he had a bloody knife tucked under his belt. He was laughing and saying something like Latin, either way its a language I have never heard before, and don't ever want to hear again.
There is a door behind him and it slowly starts to open a sliver of lime yellow light slides through it seems as if the door will never open, and then I, being the invisible onlooker as the narrator of this sordid tale, feel this intense fear and also hatred flow straight into my body, it seems as if my soul is being stretched and torn in every direction I feel myself losing control. My whole being is suddenly fused with every negative intense emotion that could seize the human heart. A demon of gigantic stature steps out and congratulates the mortal by tearing him asunder right before my eyes. He was wearing a tunic, and his skin was yellowish green, maybe some blue too. The best I can describe "it" is as a cross between an ogre, orc, and troll all rolled into one.
The scene switches back to me. The women and I are wondering the house looking for something, I don't know what. Another women approaches me and says that she has been called for to join the (for lack of a better term here we shall call the people in charge of this) the "masters," and that she was so excited. I warned her not to go, that it was dangerous, but she assured me she would be careful. Instantly I got this vision of her being abused and beat to death. I am terrified to hear some other girls walk by saying that they were all going to see the "masters" soon. But instead of reaching out to help I let them slip by. Knowing that only pain and death awaited them.
We all decided to start following the stairs down as far as they would go. We made our way down to the second floor where another party was going on that was as offensive as it was just jaw-droppingly shocking! We quickly hurried away down the next flight of stairs. Now the whole time we had been traversing down the stairs were winding, when we finally reached the first floor the stairs stopped winding and became a long straight descent into the museum, but the strangest part was that the stairs led straight to the doorstep of a huge door that was maybe 12 feet tall by 10 feet wide. I have never seen such a door in all my life. It was barred by a wooden bracer that was bigger round then me. Now for something even stranger. Technology was applied to this door. There was a keypad, with blinking lights, and a red light above the door. Whatever was behind this door was apparently not supposed to come out unless it was released from outside. I stared in awe and amazement that deep in this mansion there could be such a device.
The scene then changed to the "masters" who were comprised of women and men, and were indulging themselves in all sorts of pleasurable behaviors. One of the men stopped and revealed that one of the long awaited guest was finally there and that the other would soon be joining them, tonight was their night. It was finally going to happen. I don't know what "IT" is but I was even more terrified of that door than the demon I knew was lurking around killing women, and young girls for pleasure. This door instilled only one emotion, pure terror!
I ran. I ran up the stairs through the doors into the middle of a street right into the headlights of an oncoming car. I ran till my legs wouldn't carry me any further, and fell in tears, and screams of anguish. My soul was being tormented.
I awoke at this point in a cold sweat. It was 6:15am exactly and I felt a little shaken by the vivid, visceral, compunction of the dream. My throat was dry and I needed a glass of water. I went to the kitchen to get one and that is when I decided to start to read my Bible. I prayed and read for about 45 min. Then I watched some early Sunday morning preachers.
After that I was determined to go back in and save those people in my dreams and confront my fears. I have never been able to jump back into a dream before after being awake for over an hour, but feeling compelled to do so I went back in with a purpose.
I gurded myself with armor. Not just any armor, I turned myself into the Dark Knight. Then my armor began to take a life of its own and slowly changed color and form until I was wearing a bright, dazzling, white suit like Batman's except I had a cross down the middle of my chest instead of the Bat insignia. Somehow I knew that my name was (this is corny) the "Cross Knight".
After transforming into the Knight I could change back fluidly with the ease of thought. I broke the door down to the mansion and proceeded to make my way to the "masters" chamber. Along the way I encountered some of the girls I had seen earlier except now they were all huddled together in fear, trying to protect one another. I changed back instantly and told them to leave right NOW! I began to make the climb upward towards the "masters" knowing that my redemption was at hand. I paused before I entered the room, somehow this was all my fault and I was the only one that could restore things to the way I knew things should be. I went in and everything became a blur. They attacked me from every angle but with the quickness of thought I evaded every onslaught. I had won they were all lying face down on the floor. That is when the ground began to shake.
The demon charged ,flames and claws, a blur of red fury reaching to disembowel me to destroy me. Instinctively I conjured up a shield. I had no weapon. He was hammering away like a steel piston, blow after blow, I was being driven back. I had to think fast or I was going to succumb to his attacks. Instinctively I reached for a sword and found one waiting for me. Glowing pure white and emmanating a power deep within I hacked at the demon's side, striking him solidly and watching IT reel from the mighty sword I now wielded. IT was bleeding yellow and green and the blood began to eat away the floor beneath him. IT stared at me with those wild red eyes and lunged for me. Again I lashed out the sword connected with its upper forearm slicing it completely off. The beast howled with rage and frustration. I started in for the kill, when the ground began to shake even more forcefully than before. The other guest had arrived, and it was coming right for me. I dodged their combined attacks gracefully, the one beast with the wounds was getting sloppy and I lopped off another piece of something as IT lunged for another attack. The new monstrosity was even more fierce then the first. Biting and clawing it came for me with a ferocity I had not expected. Before I knew it I was on the ground flat on my back. That is when the first beast decided to attack with a renewed frenzy. Rolling into a ready position I sidestepped his knew attack and plunged my sword deep through its skull and torso. I wrenched my sword free and it dropped convulsing to the floor yellow and green blood begin to pool around it. I turned to face the other beast, and it did the same. Our eyes met then we both yelled and charged, me like braveheart with the sword...and then...I woke up.
That's it. I don't think anyone should analyze this, I just have never entered the same dream after I have been awake for some time. It was all very weird. It seemed so real at times.
I don't think I could explain this. Maybe I'm just plain ol' crazy.
I had a dream, that was very vivid, and...I hate to admit this...scary.
It all started innocently enough on the internet on this website. I finally had some new commenters and they were inviting me to a party of sorts. I immediately jumped at the chance to go, which is rather odd. Those of you who know me know I usually like just small groups, not a large number of occupants in any given room. These rooms were enormous. It was a victorian mansion I believe. Feeling kind of swarthy (we were drinking at this party) I asked some women to dance, and to my complete and utter surprise they said, "yes!"
"Wow" is all I could reply.
So we danced until I started to realize things were'nt what they seemed as they seldom are in my life. *Sigh*
The proprietor of this establishment has a name like Carhein or something close to this. Strangely enough I knew we were in Germany, but those who know me know I have never been outside of the States. I feel in some way this is an important factor, but for the life of me I don't know why.
The women I was dancing with asked me if I wanted to go explore the other rooms. At this point I discovered that I was on the second or third floor of the mansion and that the first floor was a museum of sorts. Now is where it gets a bit trepidacious.
We start our journey wandering from room to room and the scene switches, like that of a movie, to a man with a dark look about him. He has long black hair and brown eyes and a black leather jacket with studs on it I think. He has a face like a horse and He is EVIL. There is no other way to describe it, I just knew instinctively that he was pure EVIL. On the floor in front of him was a pentagram in blood, and he was holding a woman who's (those who are squeamish do not need to highlight this part to read on, you get the jist of it He's EVIL ) throat was slit from ear to ear and his hands were covered in blood and he had a bloody knife tucked under his belt. He was laughing and saying something like Latin, either way its a language I have never heard before, and don't ever want to hear again.
There is a door behind him and it slowly starts to open a sliver of lime yellow light slides through it seems as if the door will never open, and then I, being the invisible onlooker as the narrator of this sordid tale, feel this intense fear and also hatred flow straight into my body, it seems as if my soul is being stretched and torn in every direction I feel myself losing control. My whole being is suddenly fused with every negative intense emotion that could seize the human heart. A demon of gigantic stature steps out and congratulates the mortal by tearing him asunder right before my eyes. He was wearing a tunic, and his skin was yellowish green, maybe some blue too. The best I can describe "it" is as a cross between an ogre, orc, and troll all rolled into one.
The scene switches back to me. The women and I are wondering the house looking for something, I don't know what. Another women approaches me and says that she has been called for to join the (for lack of a better term here we shall call the people in charge of this) the "masters," and that she was so excited. I warned her not to go, that it was dangerous, but she assured me she would be careful. Instantly I got this vision of her being abused and beat to death. I am terrified to hear some other girls walk by saying that they were all going to see the "masters" soon. But instead of reaching out to help I let them slip by. Knowing that only pain and death awaited them.
We all decided to start following the stairs down as far as they would go. We made our way down to the second floor where another party was going on that was as offensive as it was just jaw-droppingly shocking! We quickly hurried away down the next flight of stairs. Now the whole time we had been traversing down the stairs were winding, when we finally reached the first floor the stairs stopped winding and became a long straight descent into the museum, but the strangest part was that the stairs led straight to the doorstep of a huge door that was maybe 12 feet tall by 10 feet wide. I have never seen such a door in all my life. It was barred by a wooden bracer that was bigger round then me. Now for something even stranger. Technology was applied to this door. There was a keypad, with blinking lights, and a red light above the door. Whatever was behind this door was apparently not supposed to come out unless it was released from outside. I stared in awe and amazement that deep in this mansion there could be such a device.
The scene then changed to the "masters" who were comprised of women and men, and were indulging themselves in all sorts of pleasurable behaviors. One of the men stopped and revealed that one of the long awaited guest was finally there and that the other would soon be joining them, tonight was their night. It was finally going to happen. I don't know what "IT" is but I was even more terrified of that door than the demon I knew was lurking around killing women, and young girls for pleasure. This door instilled only one emotion, pure terror!
I ran. I ran up the stairs through the doors into the middle of a street right into the headlights of an oncoming car. I ran till my legs wouldn't carry me any further, and fell in tears, and screams of anguish. My soul was being tormented.
I awoke at this point in a cold sweat. It was 6:15am exactly and I felt a little shaken by the vivid, visceral, compunction of the dream. My throat was dry and I needed a glass of water. I went to the kitchen to get one and that is when I decided to start to read my Bible. I prayed and read for about 45 min. Then I watched some early Sunday morning preachers.
After that I was determined to go back in and save those people in my dreams and confront my fears. I have never been able to jump back into a dream before after being awake for over an hour, but feeling compelled to do so I went back in with a purpose.
I gurded myself with armor. Not just any armor, I turned myself into the Dark Knight. Then my armor began to take a life of its own and slowly changed color and form until I was wearing a bright, dazzling, white suit like Batman's except I had a cross down the middle of my chest instead of the Bat insignia. Somehow I knew that my name was (this is corny) the "Cross Knight".
After transforming into the Knight I could change back fluidly with the ease of thought. I broke the door down to the mansion and proceeded to make my way to the "masters" chamber. Along the way I encountered some of the girls I had seen earlier except now they were all huddled together in fear, trying to protect one another. I changed back instantly and told them to leave right NOW! I began to make the climb upward towards the "masters" knowing that my redemption was at hand. I paused before I entered the room, somehow this was all my fault and I was the only one that could restore things to the way I knew things should be. I went in and everything became a blur. They attacked me from every angle but with the quickness of thought I evaded every onslaught. I had won they were all lying face down on the floor. That is when the ground began to shake.
The demon charged ,flames and claws, a blur of red fury reaching to disembowel me to destroy me. Instinctively I conjured up a shield. I had no weapon. He was hammering away like a steel piston, blow after blow, I was being driven back. I had to think fast or I was going to succumb to his attacks. Instinctively I reached for a sword and found one waiting for me. Glowing pure white and emmanating a power deep within I hacked at the demon's side, striking him solidly and watching IT reel from the mighty sword I now wielded. IT was bleeding yellow and green and the blood began to eat away the floor beneath him. IT stared at me with those wild red eyes and lunged for me. Again I lashed out the sword connected with its upper forearm slicing it completely off. The beast howled with rage and frustration. I started in for the kill, when the ground began to shake even more forcefully than before. The other guest had arrived, and it was coming right for me. I dodged their combined attacks gracefully, the one beast with the wounds was getting sloppy and I lopped off another piece of something as IT lunged for another attack. The new monstrosity was even more fierce then the first. Biting and clawing it came for me with a ferocity I had not expected. Before I knew it I was on the ground flat on my back. That is when the first beast decided to attack with a renewed frenzy. Rolling into a ready position I sidestepped his knew attack and plunged my sword deep through its skull and torso. I wrenched my sword free and it dropped convulsing to the floor yellow and green blood begin to pool around it. I turned to face the other beast, and it did the same. Our eyes met then we both yelled and charged, me like braveheart with the sword...and then...I woke up.
That's it. I don't think anyone should analyze this, I just have never entered the same dream after I have been awake for some time. It was all very weird. It seemed so real at times.
I don't think I could explain this. Maybe I'm just plain ol' crazy.
posted by Clandestine at 9:36 PM
2 Comments:
Man, no analyzing needed. God told you with Him you can do all things. Including killing demons, or as I like to say, "fighting the good fight." Remember if not us, then who?? That's it bro, no one else can by themselves, we all do by HIM! Rock on "CROSSKNIGHT"
Thanks Bro. Rock on yourself! Keep up the Good work in the SA!! Ans "keep fighting the good fight."
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