I had a really disturbing nightmare a few evenings ago, and a follow-up to it a couple of evenings later. Oddly enough, I think it was a response to my praying the Rosary right before bedtime. I’m not one to normally have bad nightmares; of the few dreams I actually remember, only a few of those were unpleasant, and even then in a more frustrating way than frightening way (Example: it’s midnight and my boss still won’t let me go home)
This one, though, was totally different from anything I had experienced in a very, very long time. …
Note: I’m going to describe these two nightmares. Please understand that these were terrifying to me while I was having them. They might scare you, too. I’m hoping someone here can shed some light because, quite frankly, I think I was visited by a demon those two nights. I think I may have also seen my guardian angel.
I was in a rather bland room. Standing across the room from me was a little blonde girl about 8 years old. She was wearing a floor-length white gown.
She had no neck. Literally. Her head was floating about six inches above the rest of her body. Her eyes were jet, solid black with glowing red veins criss-crossing them. Her face was contorted into some sort of hideous, mocking expression. She was looking at me.
Then she spoke. Her voice was awful. Not like “The Exorcist”, but deeper and raspier. Worse.
I felt unbridled terror. As if my very soul were in danger if I did not get away from this girl.
She poked fun at my praying the Rosary before bedtime. She wanted to know if I seriously thought God was listening, and if I actually bought “the lies those fools that call themselves ‘The Church’ were telling the world”. You’re smarter than that, she scolded.
At this point a very tall robed figure stepped between me and the little girl. I only came up to what must have been the mid-thigh level; the Robed One must have been fifteen feet tall. The robes were beige, and I saw a white belt of rope whose end hanged down to my eye-level. I never looked up to see the face or head of the Robed One. I just clung to the robe like a child would cling to his mother’s skirt. As I clung, the fear began to subside.
The little girl then tried to walk around the Robed One to see me. She continued to talk, but I no longer was listening. I couldn’t make out her words; I just clung to the robes and felt protected. After what felt like a minute or so after the Robed One stepped into the dream, I felt I was gently pushed into the robe. The dream faded and I awoke.
Second nightmare, two nights later:
Again I’m in a bland room. The walls, floor, and ceiling are all such a bright white that you can’t tell where the floor ends and the walls begin. There is no furniture, only a large skylight overhead in the ceiling. The sky was a deep, evening twilight blue.
The girl with the floating head was back. She was floating in front of the skylight, looking down at me.
That feeling of terror was back as well. Evil itself was looking at me.
Again she spoke in that horrendous voice. “Still praying, fat boy? I thought I told you it was pointless! You should be studying instead of worring about this superstitious [expletive deleted - what comes out of the rear end of a bull]! I’m warning you, I know what scares you.”
At this she disappeared. A bolt of lightning flashed across the skylight, followed by a LOUD blast of thunder, as if lightning had just struck the house.
(Note: When I was a kid, thunder used to scare the wits out of me. For some reason I always thought of it as the Devil coming to take me away to Hell. The louder the thunder, the closer he was. To this day, middle-of-the-night thunderstorms make me uneasy. I still put either my pillow or my blankets over my head when a loud thunderstorm rolls through in the middle of the night; a part of me still believes Satan is right outside the window with each blast of thunder.)
I couldn’t look away from the skylight as a second and third bolt of lightning flashed by, and thunder shook the room.
At this point, I heard an encouraging voice say “Be strong! I am with you!” I couldn’t identify it. It was a neutral, androgynous voice.
As I continued to look at the skylight, the lightning came faster and faster, and the blasts of thunder became one loud, deafening roar. After about ten seconds, the entire skylight was filled with a blinding bluish-white light from so much lightning. I squinted but did not look away. When the light from the skylight finally faded, so did the dream. Then I woke up.
Anyone else here ever get nightmares like this? What really spooked me was that the little demon girl was in both dreams. And that feeling of heart-stopping terror in the middle of each dream when she spoke.