One recent nightmare...
It started out OK, I was showing two girls (that I don't know) through a house, everything felt normal, house was old but nice, in suburbia. We walked room to room and when we got to the kitchen (oooh I just got goosebumps recalling this)
I became aware that it looked different, I was not sure what was going on, but it was now an old farm kitchen with an old cast iron stove set in a big old brick chimney with an old wooden mantle. Still not scared but wondering why the kitchen was not as I remember, the house started to shake. I thought, oh an earth tremor. But the shaking got worse and worse, doors started to shake things fell of shelves,. At this point I realized I felt a demonic presence, my only thought was to get the two girls safe. I cant remember why I couldn't but for some reason I could get them out. I tried so hard but cant remember why not. By now the house is going nuts. I am terrified and have to run, in tear because I can't save the girls. So I run outside with doors slamming and being shaken around. Except I am now not in suburbia anymore, I am in a desert, It is hot and sandy and treeless. I run then look back at the house that is madly shaking. It is now yellow weather boards and the side wall is huge and windowless. next thing I see a yellow weather boards being pushed out like elastic in the shape of two giant hands, reaching out towards me. At this point thank god I woke up, drenched in sweat, my heart at about 200bpm. Needless to say I couldn't sleep for an hour or two.
So my dreams go from just not nice, thing like my ex cheating on me, or being made to feel like an idiot in a stupid situation. Or being unable to help someone in a bad scary situation, right through like the house one. The really bad ones though are always demonic. I varies a bit, but when it gets bad I sometimes am too scared to go to sleep. then I grab for the Valium.
OK till morning then, usually.
That image you posted 22, my bedroom at nights.
I am a high end empath
Yes I have had past life regression done and remember snippets too, but that's another tale
Yep, but imagine this part of it, you walk in the door aftre a hard day at work, the mental plan is to take all your cloths of except socks, some running through the front door doing your best Tom Cruis slide singing to make your wife laugh and be happy to see you. You have been planning all day. You get to the front door and think...hmmm better check her mood.Which is quite like standing in a hurricane of swirling emotional energies, isn't it?
They have come as dreams, but the most profound have come through regression as memories while awake.Do you dream of past lives though? Or do you dream of the past lives of others as though you were an observer?
They have come as dreams, but the most profound have come through regression as memories while awake.
Working up to before my birth I remembered stuff about being a kid so young that I had to get old photos and a magnifying glass to confirm the details of. Before mum died, after one session I heard a certain conversation, I had the overwhelming feeling I was not yet born, but still cooking in Mum. I approached Mum days later and asked her of the conversation. She paled, became very angry and refused to speak about it. Not at all like my mum. So i never pushed it.
I can identify with some of that.
I am happy to say though...I stopped having nightmares at about 12.
I have dreamed of things that before then would have been a nightmare, but now I feel no fear of them.
Even dreamed of the Devil himself once...a very lucid dream.
I can identify with some of that.
I am happy to say though...I stopped having nightmares at about 12.
I have dreamed of things that before then would have been a nightmare, but now I feel no fear of them.
Even dreamed of the Devil himself once...a very lucid dream.
So my gut tells me it is just subconscious fear. Nothing more.
Well you know they say that when you look into the abyss, the abyss also looks into you.
The Devil and I are old chums. I have dreamed on many occasions of being in Hell. Some of them are surely taken straight from Dante's Inferno. As horrific as those may be, they are not the ones that linger in my mind long after the dream has passed. I know them to be inspired symbolic interpretations. The ones that disturb me are far more surreal as they contain an additional element that I can only relate to as something primal. For once I dreamed that I was watching my family going on about their day as they normally do. This was a good dream. I continued to watch and then felt uneasy as I noticed that they were unaware of my presence. I called out but they didn't answer. I reached out for them and my hand touched glass. Ah, that was it...I was looking through a window! Relief swept over me. I turned to go inside. That's when I seen what was behind me and it is too hellish to describe. Dante would be proud. I started beating against the glass...screaming but no sound escaped my mouth. Instead tortured screams rose behind me in a mocking roar. I covered my ears but couldn't drown it out. Then lucidity hit. Stepping back from the window I realized it was not a window at all but a glass wall the receded in all directions into infinite blackness. Though I knew someone lay beside me, I couldn't move to get him to help me. I was in the full grip of sleep paralysis. I started screaming that silent scream again and struggling with all my might to move a fraction of an inch. And there rose out of the tortured screams a deep growling laughter. With my struggling and my fear, I was afraid my heart might give out. Just then l bolted upright. Every muscle ached and jaw felt as though I had been punched in it. My pillow was damp from the saliva from what must been my contorted silent scream. My partner was sound asleep. This is but one of many descents into Hell. Hell is real but it is not in some mythical Hades far underground. Rather it is in the deepest, darkest depths of your own subconscious mind...that place where you have buried every fear and every despair too horrific and crushing to bear. It is very real and you...you are the King of this Kingdom...the very embodiment of the tortured Luciferous spirit...condemned by every demon you spawned there. Rise above it and don't condemn yourself to a hell of your own making.
I will get to this thread later as I have noted something interesting in the posts you all have here.
....................................................I will get to this thread later as I have noted something interesting in the posts you all have here.