iwant2believe2
Honorable
What do you think about the demonic factor in these dreams? Do you think it something paranormal or simply derived from some inner fear you may have?
iwant2believe2
Honorable
Dreams are large part of my life as I spend so much time, both awake and asleep, slipping in and out of REM. I could likely discuss the subject until the cows came home...and I don't own any cows. lol We could discuss it from the purely neurological or psychological point of view or we could go further down the rabbit hole with dream telepathy, precognitive, past life, atavistic animism and the Akashic Records. The paths we might explore are truly endless!
To be honest I am too scared to address that question. And I knew it would be the first one you asked 
When I was young, I was able to do things others can't. I saw the future a few times (undeniably)
Had a couple of really badly experiences with objects. Pychometry I think its called. Did the whole seance thing. But it all got too real, it seemed I was too good at it. So for decades i have just completely shut the door on that part of my brain. I have to, I have no choice. You know me 22, even when things were good in my life I sometimes thought my hold on sanity was tenuous at best. So these days I would be an idiot to even think about other options. I would without a doubt lose my mind. Having said all that, I won't say never, but usually don't have any of those old feelings of a presence or anything paranormal. I go day to day still clinging tenuously to the remnants of my mind but for other less dark reasons. So my gut tells me it is just subconscious fear. Nothing more. I don't know if that's denial or not? But I sort of have no choice to think any other way.
Don't worry, I am much better now, still nutty and unstable but OK But the last decade or so for me have been not so nice, particularly the last couple of years. My shrink at one point was pretty close to having me in suicide watch.
Personally I think she was wrong, we all have dark thoughts in bad times, but it is not something I would ever do. I could never leave my kids that legacy no matter how bad it gets. You would be a prick to do that to your family. But it does reflect how bad the decade has been on and off. So I guess the answer would be not paranormal but just my poor messed up head Oh as well as having recently been diagnosed with one of the Asperger offshoots, my shrink seems to think I am a high end empath. What a shit combo hey, I absorb all the emotions in a room like a sponge but have no mental capacity to understand any of them, or work out which ones are mine, and which ones are someone elses Lol
When I was young, I was able to do things others can't. I saw the future a few times (undeniably)
Had a couple of really badly experiences with objects. Pychometry I think its called. Did the whole seance thing. But it all got too real, it seemed I was too good at it. So for decades i have just completely shut the door on that part of my brain. I have to, I have no choice. You know me 22, even when things were good in my life I sometimes thought my hold on sanity was tenuous at best. So these days I would be an idiot to even think about other options. I would without a doubt lose my mind. Having said all that, I won't say never, but usually don't have any of those old feelings of a presence or anything paranormal. I go day to day still clinging tenuously to the remnants of my mind
but for other less dark reasons. So my gut tells me it is just subconscious fear. Nothing more. I don't know if that's denial or not? But I sort of have no choice to think any other way.Don't worry, I am much better now, still nutty and unstable but OK
But the last decade or so for me have been not so nice, particularly the last couple of years. My shrink at one point was pretty close to having me in suicide watch. Personally I think she was wrong, we all have dark thoughts in bad times, but it is not something I would ever do. I could never leave my kids that legacy no matter how bad it gets. You would be a prick to do that to your family. But it does reflect how bad the decade has been on and off. So I guess the answer would be not paranormal but just my poor messed up head
Oh as well as having recently been diagnosed with one of the Asperger offshoots, my shrink seems to think I am a high end empath. What a shit combo hey, I absorb all the emotions in a room like a sponge but have no mental capacity to understand any of them, or work out which ones are mine, and which ones are someone elses Lol
iwant2believe2
Honorable
Which is quite like standing in a hurricane of swirling emotional energies, isn't it?
iwant2believe2
Honorable
Do you dream of past lives though? Or do you dream of the past lives of others as though you were an observer?
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.
You come in and say Hi Hon. A wave of negativity hits you that nearly knocks you over. I can tell even the dog feels it.
OK so what I don't know is the poor bugger has had a shit day, the laundry was endless, the rego for the car came in the mail, the dog shit in the kitchen and she had to clean it up and she had a fight with her mum.
But for me, the feeling in the room is utterly indistinguishable from the one i got the last time we fought and she told me to leave. Equally my ability to distinguish the facial expressions and body language from the two situations.
She is a high end Alpha female, My shrink says an Aplpha amongst Aplphas.
I am the opposite whatever that is.
Well you have picked the ending so I don't need to go there, do I.
Now I am single lol.
My diagnosis came after she gave me the boot. Not that it would have mattered I suspect.
So hurricane, yep.
And I get it every room I walk into that has people in it, it hits me like a baseball bat, and cant interpret any of it.
Which is why I now live alone in a little shed 10km from town and don't get visitors. lol
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.
SOUL-DRIFTER
Life Long Researcher
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 am in the most weird place of life that not me nor my shrink have gotten to the bottom of yet, I can tell you Castle If I were at your house having a beer, and 100 crazed attackers laid siege to your house. I swear even if I was visiting from Australia and it was our first face to face beer, I would die by your side defending your place. I have no fear of that, because I know it is right. No question at all in my mind. I was driving down a local street some time back and saw a bloke on the ground getting a beating from several other blokes. I reefed on the brakes and ran like a madman to his aid. The attackers must have thought, holy shit this guy is nuts. luckily for me they bolted. I have no fear of any of this.
Yet, the simplest of things destroy me. My dreams and some parts of life terrify me, I watch the news on TV and see an old man in his 80s robbed and beaten and a fly out of my chair in tears of rage with retribution on my mind. I fear the simplest of things that should be nothing. I cry watching Xfactor????
But most of all, my dreams terrify me. That's is why unfortunately my Friends Jack Daniels and Mr Valium are never far from my bedside. A poor solution, but one that works.
As for the Devil in a Lucid dream, mate, I would not have woken, my demonic dreams are bad enough when I just feel the presence. To meet him in a Lucid dream, I would surely either die or my brain would ooze out my ears.
michael59
Celestial
I had a lucid dream about him once. For some reason, it didn't scare me either.
iwant2believe2
Honorable
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.
SOUL-DRIFTER
Life Long Researcher
Wish I could give you my fearlessness 22.
I am not with out fear, it is just that I have very little that I fear.
The one and only time I dreamed of the devil...
I was strolling through total blackness when he appeared before me. He was in a most grotesque hideous form with large glowing red eyes that could stare into one's soul. I stared back with an equal intensity. This caused his laughter to change to a groan. He then began to morph into more and more grotesque forms and as he did, I laughed, and laughed louder and louder the more he morphed. It finally ended when he exploded with a puff of bluish smoke.
At 6 I often had lucid dreams and scary dreams.
I was scared of the dark...until after I fell asleep and would later float upwards and explored the house down to the basement. The house didn't seem so dark then.
I am not with out fear, it is just that I have very little that I fear.
The one and only time I dreamed of the devil...
I was strolling through total blackness when he appeared before me. He was in a most grotesque hideous form with large glowing red eyes that could stare into one's soul. I stared back with an equal intensity. This caused his laughter to change to a groan. He then began to morph into more and more grotesque forms and as he did, I laughed, and laughed louder and louder the more he morphed. It finally ended when he exploded with a puff of bluish smoke.
At 6 I often had lucid dreams and scary dreams.
I was scared of the dark...until after I fell asleep and would later float upwards and explored the house down to the basement. The house didn't seem so dark then.
iwant2believe2
Honorable
I've learned to cope. I have good dreams too...by good I mean they are like being a character in a fantasy or sci-fi. Then there is the occasional 'WTF' dream. I once dreamed I was a mouse living in a mouse hole with other mice. Not too odd....except my mouse buddies and I were running a meth lab in our mouse hole and the DEA was trying to squeeze through the hole. We were scurring everywhere trying to get rid of the evidence.
Only thing I could figure is I must've been at work and heard some inmates talking about not ratting out their dealers or something and my mind latched onto the snippets of conversation. Apparently my subconscious also has a sense of humor. Lol
Only thing I could figure is I must've been at work and heard some inmates talking about not ratting out their dealers or something and my mind latched onto the snippets of conversation. Apparently my subconscious also has a sense of humor. Lol
nivek
As Above So Below
I've never had dreams, lucid or otherwise, involving the Christian devil or hell...I have however been on astral journeys to other places that were dark and negative in vibes and nasty looking alien creatures lurking about lol...
Does anyone ever have nice dreams? i know I don't, ever. In fact I don't think I can remember one nice dream in all my life.
And how messed up is this, on the odd....very odd occasion I began to have an erotic dream, I always knocked her back because even in my dream I wear my stupid suit of armor and can;t break the rules,
Can you imagine that, a dream with a real hottie after you, so what is my response to her advances?....sorry I am married,
Even my ex thought that was funny.
I am doomed come bed time
And how messed up is this, on the odd....very odd occasion I began to have an erotic dream, I always knocked her back because even in my dream I wear my stupid suit of armor and can;t break the rules,
Can you imagine that, a dream with a real hottie after you, so what is my response to her advances?....sorry I am married,
Even my ex thought that was funny.
I am doomed come bed time
Don't forget to come back to this one 22, my nights, though not as terrifying as yours are pretty horrible. If you have seen something I would love to know. One can only drink so much Jack Daniels and pop so much Valium to get a nights sleep before ones body starts to suggest it is not a good plan.