...I have always been interested in dreams. Since I was a child, I have expeienced a long series of vivid dreams. Sometimes these dreams bespoke of a past... before my current existance,. Sometimes these dreams bespeak of a future that has not yet occured.
Lately I have had frequent night experiences.... I say experiences, because they seemed much more than dreams... And, I seemed to be awake. Nonetheless, I believe you would lable them dreams...
I know that would make you feel more comfortable....


Eternal Nocturne


1.

...I woke up and looked acress the spread of my bed.

The blanket looked like hills and valleys... But, they seemed to be in motion...swirling and withering to their own rhythmn. Multicolored rivers of lava seemed to flow... And in the lava appeared twisted human figures... They seemed to be melting into the lava...

It looked like one might see in a Freddy Kruger (Friday the 13th) film.

As I watched it seemed 'real', with a reality that felt supernatural...mystical, even almost frightening...

I tried to encapsulate this 'reality''.... "It's a waking dream"... "It'a holographic image created by a US military sattilite in orbit"....

...But, what seemed to me to be the most logical explaination was that... "It was Satan... The Devil...playing with my mortal mind...!"

I felt I had a choice... I could succumb to the fear and insanity... or... I could denounce it!

And I did...

I called on the name of the Lord, and on the Blood of Jesus....

The phantasmasgoric images and scenes faded and dissapeared from view...


A macarbe mental vextation was banished... because I had called on the Lord, most High.

I hear you OP!

Dreams that are real enough to convince you that you have the power to control them can be intense. Having called on the Lord, your power was enacted through your intent.

It happened to me once when I was terrified that Jehovah would lump me in with the Satan followers. I had a demonic dream like you described above but I could not get the sound out of my throat despite extreme physical exertion. Finally, I woke to sound of my screaming "God is All Powerul". Whew.

Thanks for the post.

so the point of your post is to tell us the lord has helped you banished Satan from your dream's world?

Do you realize that this means nothing for an american indian or a native or anyone not religious, that whole Jesus/Satan evil/good theory of christianism?

The kind of bad vivid dreams you are having often coincide with deep problems in one's life, and more often than not anxiety or depression.

anyway...

Eternal Nocturne

2.

...In the dream, I was in a Chinese city. But, this city seemed to have few Chinese people, instead, there were many Western people...
And.... Somehow.... I was aware that I was dreaming.

As I explored the city, I saw what looked like an interesting area of the town...

Now the perspective was arial; as if I were flying.

As I soared toward the interesting area of the city, a suddend wind seemed to catch me. Against my intentions I was headed somewhere else...

I felt like a higher force was now directing me...

I said, "God, direct me where you would have me to go".

In the distance, I saw clouds and vauge outlines in the sky...

I thought it was Heaven!


...Now, I am in a room, that looks like a dining room or kitchen of a small apartment. There are a few people sitting at the table... In particular there was a girl (young woman)... She seemed like a guide.

On the wall, at the other end of the table, slightly above head height ws a picture... It looked like a mandala.

Now, the girl, the guide, was able to "open" the mandala picture, and we could "travel" through it...


As we returned... We sat at the table again. I had some large dice and some pieces of paper... I was trying to (re) create a formula to reach Heaven...

But, some of the other people there started to interfere with the development of the formula...

I started feeling strangely... as if I were sliding down a hill... I felt like I could be trapped there!

The girl/guide asked me, "Do you feel in danger?"
"Yes"... I replied.
I wanted to escape... But, I somehow felt it would be dangerous... And, a small part of me wanted to stay there.

I opened my eyes... and I was awake in my bed.

Eternal Nocturne

3.

...The Devil Spoke Right to Me....


First, he appeared as a beautiful girl... It looked so real, so I wondered where I was.

The he revealed himself... He touched my hand, and I could "feel" it.

He told me he wanted me to work for him. He indicated that he could provide and illusion I desired...

I told him I was gonna work for God...

"Gonna?", He asked...

"Yeah. gonna"... I replied.

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[edit on 28-7-2009 by cosmokatt7]

Eternal Nocturne:


The Ghosts of The Civil War Railroads




...And these ghosts are not dreadful things, but instead represent the chances and opportunities of unfulfilled lives...



There are submerged divers in the "murky" depths and dark. They share large archaic air tanks, as they work in tandem...

At the bottom of the riverbed, first appear the apparitions of 19th century train cars...

They appear first from mud, and muck, and rot... swirlling amongst the tepid waters...

Now appearing with greater clarity, stage by stage... From the "murky" depths...


..As two young children, a boy and girl on the riverbank discuss...

"Is murky a colour...or even a word?"

"Murky's not a colour", the girl interjects..."Murky is a description"...


...Perhaps some train testle was distressed by acts of random war... As then, these once train cars slid into the yawning maw of the fawning river...



* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *


...And now we see the people...

From unsubstantiality they appear, bit by bit... From translucent waifs to semi- representance...And the to true seeming "half" life...

Likewise their railcar shops aboard the train appear...Phasing in, from out of time begone, to appear right in front of me...

And they are proud, these presence people of the past... As they display their once, well wrought handiworks...


...A pleasant woman stands before the door of her once train pie shop. She smiles in her gossamer wift of a long dress, with her apron overneath...

...A handlebar mustached, man in front of his shop...As antique newspapers now appear... Wrought from nothingness... fleck by fleck, to now be seen in rustic, offset majesty...


But, these are visions of a past begone, destined to fade once again...
into the "murky" depths, from whence they came....


...So, I must write, so they can be seen again...

And again... and again.....



The Chronicler of Ghosts Begone