wallawingwingbang
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Hello everyone, I decided to quit being shy from my fellow Satanists (atheist turned into a dedicated Satanist for half my life now) & come forward to a new family. To come out of my shell & hiding, I thought I'd share a very creepy dream & anyone with advice, knowledge, or just replies please feel free to respond. It's a long read as I'm going into depth & detail, so I appreciate anyone's time to read it! Thank you. I had a rather peculiar dream or perhaps astral travel....
I was lucky enough to have never been raised or be near 'Roman' Catholics or any alike. I've never gotten along with any "Christian" religions (had my share of unbelievable experiences as a child, one that wouldn't believe of such hatred once or twice on these regrettable random 'church' events for friends) however besides the point, now for my dream I had a few nights ago.......
dream: I was in a Catholic Church... the walls & floor were covered in a black, murky, sticky tar-like wave. It was very dark, very cold, & the twisted evil was so profound I was drenched in it. There were these individual rooms where the doors were shut, I could here helpless children screaming for mercy. The noises of their cries was haunting. They were all little boys under the age of 10, being raped, torchered, and humiliated by men dressed as Catholic Priests. I walked down the hallway & their was a priest standing before me. I could feel his presence staring at me. My aura began to grow then I began to yell at him loudly how they were liars, how I hated these disgusting bastards, I said fuck you & you cannot harm me!!! My aura suddenly began to faint drastically he grabbed me & threw me in one of the rooms. My power was so limited to a hair in this place. He went to this tall wooden furniture, almost like a dresser, grabbing tools from it. Then he put on this really creepy looking mask, so creepy like from a Halloween horror movie or something. The eyes were bugged out, the teeth were razor like, his aura was so evil one could only imagine. I was absolutely terrified! I tried levitating myself in the room up above a ceiling fan so he wouldn't find me. I slowly began to drop from the ceiling, I had managed to escape without him seeing me.
I walked to this U shaped boat (like the one from phantom of the opera) it was light as a feather & felt almost as if it were a feather, moved elegantly, softly, very fragile. Again I was on top of that murky, tarry black liquid. The liquid had a soft vibration. The boat began to move, & what it had appeared to be is a guide (I've seen the guide a couple times in my dreams before, it's just been a really long time & still having a hard time understanding of who this person is) His alias/vibration was 'Michael'? I felt safe with him in the boat with me. I knew he wasn't of those damned bastards. The area was vast of this ocean of dark liquid, slowly vibrating. I looked up & their was no ceiling, just darkness. But it felt as if we were in a building.... no windows though. Just cold & again dark. He pointed in the distance... It was an auditorium. Vastly similar to the Catholic ones where they give their speeches & talks.. Their was a stone beneath it where they did their rituals. Their were tall candles in the corners of this auditorium, very large. The odd thing was it was empty. Their was a waterfall that fell to lead to this area. We began to drop & our boat moving like a feather sifted in the air, the boat fell beneath the murk & my guide had managed to gracefully land me in an area where the audience would sit, as soon as I had landed I woke up.
Now for the creepy part.... When I woke up (from the dream) my neck slightly twisted, super painfully. My Jack Russell terrier who always sleeps with me until I wake up, jetted off the bed (which he never does, he always wags his tail & licks my face excited to see me up). God damn it hurt bad! I ignored it, & as the day went on, my head was completely to the side! Literally touching my shoulder, it was so tense the discs behind the back of my neck where the occipital bone are were completely solid! I couldn't even keep my head straight. I felt like I couldn't breath! I luckily live with my parents now, for I just moved to the state (I'm 23, female) my step-dad being a surgeon finally came home & looked at me. In all his 30+ yrs of practice, he said he's never seen anything like it in his life. I was crying in pain so happy to see him to help me, I was desperate! I was shaking going into a panic attack I felt like I was being suffocated. He injected me with just some simple lidocaine (just your classic anesthetic agent) to numb the muscle so it could relax. He was sure to only inject me once, it ended up being well over 20! fucking 20 shots! I had no control over my nerves. I was terrified. I'm finally now recovering after a 3 days of this painful experience.
Does anyone have any feedback of this event? I strongly believe my neck & pain have a GREAT deal of the dream/astral travel I experienced. My doc couldn't even explain it. My guard felt very down at that place, I couldn't even fall asleep again because I was petrified of going back there again.
I was lucky enough to have never been raised or be near 'Roman' Catholics or any alike. I've never gotten along with any "Christian" religions (had my share of unbelievable experiences as a child, one that wouldn't believe of such hatred once or twice on these regrettable random 'church' events for friends) however besides the point, now for my dream I had a few nights ago.......
dream: I was in a Catholic Church... the walls & floor were covered in a black, murky, sticky tar-like wave. It was very dark, very cold, & the twisted evil was so profound I was drenched in it. There were these individual rooms where the doors were shut, I could here helpless children screaming for mercy. The noises of their cries was haunting. They were all little boys under the age of 10, being raped, torchered, and humiliated by men dressed as Catholic Priests. I walked down the hallway & their was a priest standing before me. I could feel his presence staring at me. My aura began to grow then I began to yell at him loudly how they were liars, how I hated these disgusting bastards, I said fuck you & you cannot harm me!!! My aura suddenly began to faint drastically he grabbed me & threw me in one of the rooms. My power was so limited to a hair in this place. He went to this tall wooden furniture, almost like a dresser, grabbing tools from it. Then he put on this really creepy looking mask, so creepy like from a Halloween horror movie or something. The eyes were bugged out, the teeth were razor like, his aura was so evil one could only imagine. I was absolutely terrified! I tried levitating myself in the room up above a ceiling fan so he wouldn't find me. I slowly began to drop from the ceiling, I had managed to escape without him seeing me.
I walked to this U shaped boat (like the one from phantom of the opera) it was light as a feather & felt almost as if it were a feather, moved elegantly, softly, very fragile. Again I was on top of that murky, tarry black liquid. The liquid had a soft vibration. The boat began to move, & what it had appeared to be is a guide (I've seen the guide a couple times in my dreams before, it's just been a really long time & still having a hard time understanding of who this person is) His alias/vibration was 'Michael'? I felt safe with him in the boat with me. I knew he wasn't of those damned bastards. The area was vast of this ocean of dark liquid, slowly vibrating. I looked up & their was no ceiling, just darkness. But it felt as if we were in a building.... no windows though. Just cold & again dark. He pointed in the distance... It was an auditorium. Vastly similar to the Catholic ones where they give their speeches & talks.. Their was a stone beneath it where they did their rituals. Their were tall candles in the corners of this auditorium, very large. The odd thing was it was empty. Their was a waterfall that fell to lead to this area. We began to drop & our boat moving like a feather sifted in the air, the boat fell beneath the murk & my guide had managed to gracefully land me in an area where the audience would sit, as soon as I had landed I woke up.
Now for the creepy part.... When I woke up (from the dream) my neck slightly twisted, super painfully. My Jack Russell terrier who always sleeps with me until I wake up, jetted off the bed (which he never does, he always wags his tail & licks my face excited to see me up). God damn it hurt bad! I ignored it, & as the day went on, my head was completely to the side! Literally touching my shoulder, it was so tense the discs behind the back of my neck where the occipital bone are were completely solid! I couldn't even keep my head straight. I felt like I couldn't breath! I luckily live with my parents now, for I just moved to the state (I'm 23, female) my step-dad being a surgeon finally came home & looked at me. In all his 30+ yrs of practice, he said he's never seen anything like it in his life. I was crying in pain so happy to see him to help me, I was desperate! I was shaking going into a panic attack I felt like I was being suffocated. He injected me with just some simple lidocaine (just your classic anesthetic agent) to numb the muscle so it could relax. He was sure to only inject me once, it ended up being well over 20! fucking 20 shots! I had no control over my nerves. I was terrified. I'm finally now recovering after a 3 days of this painful experience.
Does anyone have any feedback of this event? I strongly believe my neck & pain have a GREAT deal of the dream/astral travel I experienced. My doc couldn't even explain it. My guard felt very down at that place, I couldn't even fall asleep again because I was petrified of going back there again.
