I dream pretty much every night quite lucidly. I love it. In fact if I sleep solidly I feel terrible the next day because I'm so used to being
mentally active while I sleep. I've had some amazing dreams and I've learnt to tell the difference between those that are amalgamations of day
events, compared to those where I seem to learn something about myself, or an understanding of something interesting about some sort of 'nature' of
The best 'good' dream by far was when I was escorted along the world to a coastline where I was left to play in front of some grass. (think sand
As I touch the grass, sounds play. Sounds differ depending on how I interact with the grass. It was beautiful.
Equally as interesting to me was when I went to a cave with an ice entrance. I heard a voice give me some measurements that weren't possible.
(3x3x4x5) I entered the cave, and it was a dead end except that I was within something that I couldn't comprehend. It was a dark cave. Black. But
there was something up with the angles. No idea what that could possibly interpret into but it will always be interesting to me for some reason.
The really interesting ones are the 'God' based ones. Every time I walk along and notice that the floor has been mopped before me, I meet God - all
be it he's usually in a terrible thunderstorm. Not angry, more like utter power. Neither good nor evil, yet completely and overwhelmingly both.
Recently, I have odd demonic dreams where its dark and I'm in an isolated area. A 'nice' person will attempt to convince me to accept something I
desire. The more I refuse, the true nature becomes apparent and the atmosphere will get very intense. A woman will always come along and chase the
intensity away and everything will be light with many people around.
The worst nightmare I've ever had consisted of 6 figures that were grouped around my bed. I was visiting my parents at the time. They were laughing
and I was trying to scream. It was tormenting. My bed was spinning and shrinking. Enlarging again. I was very disorientated. Then I woke up...
and it began again. This happened several times.
When I finally woke up, I went to my Dads room. As a child I always used to stand in their doorway for hours crying due to nightmares. To this he
obviously replied that I'm waay too old! My brother who was still awake came in and said that I could stay in his room. As I entered his room, I
noticed that he was watching my sister on a CCTV. When he noticed that I'd picked up on the fact that I was still dreaming, his personality turned
highly demonic and his strength was amazing! He grabbed me by the arm and said "He's going to purge you of light just like he did to me".
In a dream, I had a conversation with the aforementioned woman who often saves me in my dreams when I'd had many of these demonic ones. I told her
of all of them, and she replied "Its just Nicodemus. Don't worry about him he's a good one"
I'd never heard of this name. In my research the following day, I found out that Nicodemus is a character in the bible that was a Pharisee, but
showed favour to Jesus. No interpretation to this whatsoever. Interesting nonetheles..
Enough of my good imagination....