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I need help/advice, religious dreams? premonitions?

Rowan McGollaough

New Member
I wasn't sure where to go with this, so I came here. Just for context, I've never been a particularly religious person, never really believed in any particular higher power or greater evil or anything of that sort. I am, however, a very curious person. I've read the Bible, a bit of the Quran, quite a few spiritual books, despite not being Christian or Muslim or Wiccan or anything like that.
Despite that, I come from a long line of "magick" practicing Irish women, despite being part of the Catholic church. These aren't just old family stories either, my mother has the crystal ball my grandmother's grandmother supposedly used to predict clientele futures with, though there's plenty of stories too. So I grew up hearing these sort of fantastical stories I was always fascinated with yet skeptical of. My mother is not Catholic at all though, so I was not brought up under any sort of Christian belief system.
All of this being said, a couple of years ago, I was having a very hard time with my PTSD that came from a shooting I was in when I was younger, but that's a whole nother thing. Anyways, I had this religious or, I don't even know, incredible dream. I dreamt I had been shot and lying in the hospital bed, the room suddenly goes dark an the ceiling is the night sky, perimetered by these bright, diaphanous orange and pink tapestries, and in the center of this opening is a little jellyfish floating around in circles, forever shifting and changing color, glowing like those little sea organisms sometimes do. It began to speak to me, in this deep, calming, yet unidentifiable voice. It said that everything was going to be alright. And I asked if it was God, and it said "yes, in a way." Then I asked, why present as a jellyfish? And I don't remember the exact words, but it went something like, "because I am time, no beginning and no end, everything and nothing" or something or other. I remember a bit more conversation, but not exactly what was said, but I woke up with a start and immediately texted my then boyfriend everything I could remember. He was *convinced* it was some sort of religious experience because apparently (and I had no idea of this) there is some kind of immortal jellyfish in the ocean that I had no idea even existed. My mom was also quite shaken by my retelling of this because dreams were apparently a way they "practiced" magick. Now I don't know much about my family's practices as a lot of it was lost through conversion to the church, and I also was never told much despite my constant questioning, so her reaction seemed startling. Despite all of this, time passed, and it became somewhat forgotten.
Now, fast forward to last night. I've been getting into demonology, Goetia (the greater and lesser keys of Solomon), etc etc. I find it fascinating. I recently bought a book on it.
So last night, out of nowhere, I had one of the most disturbing, strange dreams I've ever had in my entire life, and I've had A LOT of nightmares. I'd even go so far to say I have ten times more nightmares than I do regular dreams, but this one... stuck out.
I had several false awakenings in this dream, which has never happened to me before. It starts off with this girl, who keeps trying to kill me, long story short, I narrowly escape, fall asleep and wake up in the same place, except this time her brother is the one trying to kill me. Again, I narrowly escape after being battered and assaulted and wake up in the exact same place. This time it's his mother. Each time the dream progresses, it becomes more violent, chaotic, and terrifying. The rooms get torn apart by bare hands, screaming, blood, visceral rage, and anarchy, it's... I can barely describe it. By the time I try and escape the mother, I'm willing to do anything to escape what I guess is coming next: the father.
There had been a lot of religious symbolism, specifically of the Abrahamic, or I guess Christian kind, but it all seemed arbitrary until I escaped into this underground subway terminal. I begged for help, but all the passerby were either visibly too frightened to help me, or just completely ignored me. Eventually, I was dragged back to where I met the father.
He told me he was "what you call the devil," and that this was my hell, and I was destined to go there. I explained that that couldn't be true. I was a good person, I did my best to help everyone I could, and that I hadn't even died to my knowledge. I don't remember much after that, except that he told me I'd "marry" my way into hell. Which? What? And just before I woke up, I had begun to violently vomit black goo.
I'm sorry this is so long, but, I feel I did my best at making it as short as possible. I don't believe in "God" or "The Devil" but I do believe in something of a higher power, and inexplicable events. Dreams play a major role in my family's and my beliefs, and I'm sure lots of people have had religious dreams, but these have stuck out to me. I'm too afraid to go to my family about this, I'm not really sure why. Is there anyone more experienced that could tell me what these could mean? Even in some philosophical sense?
Please don't reply with things about going to hell for interest in demonology. I'm not afraid of demons as I don't believe in them, at least not in the traditional sense, if at all.
 

Axe Elf

Prophet
Dreams are just your mind's way of sorting out the experiences you've had during the day. It sounds like you've kind of immersed yourself in various genres of the paranormal, so you're having paranormal dreams. No big deal.

If you find yourself being so disturbed by your dreams that you find it difficult to function in everyday life, however--or if your dreams start to make you want to hurt yourself or others--then I advise you to seek professional psychological help ASAP.
 

Jumi

Well-Known Member
Vomiting black goo sounds like you might have been bleeding and became "black goo" while in your digestive system. Those kind of things happening while you sleep cause nightmares. I've had nightmares mostly only if my body had something wrong. I've had some pretty realistic and strange ones including one where I "learned" some strange things. Well, they turned out completely false when I woke up. :) Don't trust dreams, even realistic ones too much or you might go wrong.
 

sun rise

The world is on fire
Premium Member
Dreams are just your mind's way of sorting out the experiences you've had during the day. It sounds like you've kind of immersed yourself in various genres of the paranormal, so you're having paranormal dreams. No big deal.

If you find yourself being so disturbed by your dreams that you find it difficult to function in everyday life, however--or if your dreams start to make you want to hurt yourself or others--then I advise you to seek professional psychological help ASAP.
I'll go further. I was trained in psychology/counseling although I never practiced as such after getting my MA. The imagery you wrote about is very vivid and meaningful. I could not advise you about what it might mean in any detail.

But since you asked, I don't believe in "hell" outside of the negative feelings that seem to go on forever that some people get in a past life review after they drop their physical bodies if they've lived negative lives.

I also don't believe in the kind of God that is entirely separate from me. Rather to me the Divine is our innermost essence; the essence of everything and everyone.

So putting on my counseling hat, I might ask you to explore the images to discover their meaning and message which will be beyond the apparent and obvious. I would tend to focus on the religious symbolism and see what it might mean to you.

"May the long time Sunshine call you.
All love surround you.
And the pure light within you
Guide your way on"
 

74x12

Well-Known Member
I wasn't sure where to go with this, so I came here. Just for context, I've never been a particularly religious person, never really believed in any particular higher power or greater evil or anything of that sort. I am, however, a very curious person. I've read the Bible, a bit of the Quran, quite a few spiritual books, despite not being Christian or Muslim or Wiccan or anything like that.
Despite that, I come from a long line of "magick" practicing Irish women, despite being part of the Catholic church. These aren't just old family stories either, my mother has the crystal ball my grandmother's grandmother supposedly used to predict clientele futures with, though there's plenty of stories too. So I grew up hearing these sort of fantastical stories I was always fascinated with yet skeptical of. My mother is not Catholic at all though, so I was not brought up under any sort of Christian belief system.
All of this being said, a couple of years ago, I was having a very hard time with my PTSD that came from a shooting I was in when I was younger, but that's a whole nother thing. Anyways, I had this religious or, I don't even know, incredible dream. I dreamt I had been shot and lying in the hospital bed, the room suddenly goes dark an the ceiling is the night sky, perimetered by these bright, diaphanous orange and pink tapestries, and in the center of this opening is a little jellyfish floating around in circles, forever shifting and changing color, glowing like those little sea organisms sometimes do. It began to speak to me, in this deep, calming, yet unidentifiable voice. It said that everything was going to be alright. And I asked if it was God, and it said "yes, in a way." Then I asked, why present as a jellyfish? And I don't remember the exact words, but it went something like, "because I am time, no beginning and no end, everything and nothing" or something or other. I remember a bit more conversation, but not exactly what was said, but I woke up with a start and immediately texted my then boyfriend everything I could remember. He was *convinced* it was some sort of religious experience because apparently (and I had no idea of this) there is some kind of immortal jellyfish in the ocean that I had no idea even existed. My mom was also quite shaken by my retelling of this because dreams were apparently a way they "practiced" magick. Now I don't know much about my family's practices as a lot of it was lost through conversion to the church, and I also was never told much despite my constant questioning, so her reaction seemed startling. Despite all of this, time passed, and it became somewhat forgotten.
Now, fast forward to last night. I've been getting into demonology, Goetia (the greater and lesser keys of Solomon), etc etc. I find it fascinating. I recently bought a book on it.
So last night, out of nowhere, I had one of the most disturbing, strange dreams I've ever had in my entire life, and I've had A LOT of nightmares. I'd even go so far to say I have ten times more nightmares than I do regular dreams, but this one... stuck out.
I had several false awakenings in this dream, which has never happened to me before. It starts off with this girl, who keeps trying to kill me, long story short, I narrowly escape, fall asleep and wake up in the same place, except this time her brother is the one trying to kill me. Again, I narrowly escape after being battered and assaulted and wake up in the exact same place. This time it's his mother. Each time the dream progresses, it becomes more violent, chaotic, and terrifying. The rooms get torn apart by bare hands, screaming, blood, visceral rage, and anarchy, it's... I can barely describe it. By the time I try and escape the mother, I'm willing to do anything to escape what I guess is coming next: the father.
There had been a lot of religious symbolism, specifically of the Abrahamic, or I guess Christian kind, but it all seemed arbitrary until I escaped into this underground subway terminal. I begged for help, but all the passerby were either visibly too frightened to help me, or just completely ignored me. Eventually, I was dragged back to where I met the father.
He told me he was "what you call the devil," and that this was my hell, and I was destined to go there. I explained that that couldn't be true. I was a good person, I did my best to help everyone I could, and that I hadn't even died to my knowledge. I don't remember much after that, except that he told me I'd "marry" my way into hell. Which? What? And just before I woke up, I had begun to violently vomit black goo.
I'm sorry this is so long, but, I feel I did my best at making it as short as possible. I don't believe in "God" or "The Devil" but I do believe in something of a higher power, and inexplicable events. Dreams play a major role in my family's and my beliefs, and I'm sure lots of people have had religious dreams, but these have stuck out to me. I'm too afraid to go to my family about this, I'm not really sure why. Is there anyone more experienced that could tell me what these could mean? Even in some philosophical sense?
Please don't reply with things about going to hell for interest in demonology. I'm not afraid of demons as I don't believe in them, at least not in the traditional sense, if at all.
Demons are real and have attacked me in dreams. By bringing an occult magic book in your house; you have unwittingly given demons a foothold in your house.

Next time pray "Jesus help me". Even if nothing happens at first; keep praying it and eventually something will happen. Maybe the devil will try to scare you or get you to stop. Because he knows he's in trouble when you do that.

Don't bother explaining yourself to the devil; because he doesn't really care. Only God can judge us. That's why you are always best off throwing yourself on the mercy of God.

Anyway, God has plans for all our lives; but so does the devil; so make right choices.
 

Brickjectivity

Turned to Stone. Now I stretch daily.
Staff member
Premium Member
I wasn't sure where to go with this, so I came here. Just for context, I've never been a particularly religious person, never really believed in any particular higher power or greater evil or anything of that sort.
This paragraph is not related to your dream but to reply to your statement about context and your situation. I think the main thing is to learn to have good character and to take responsibility for your moral choices, so I don't have a problem with your context. You said you read the Bible, so let me use the story of Adam and Eve as a talking point. Until I learned a little about Egyptian stories I did not realize that in the story of Adam and Eve what happens is that humans seize morality and become as gods, and in exchange they accept death. I think one point is that they reject the bribe of immortality offered by the gods of Egypt, because being aware and having a mind is better. I am not saying that there is anything wrong with thinking there could be a more powerful or more wise being, but in my opinion you should not be ashamed of deciding for yourself what is good and what isn't. I think we should think about things and use reason.

I am, however, a very curious person. I've read the Bible, a bit of the Quran, quite a few spiritual books, despite not being Christian or Muslim or Wiccan or anything like that.
That's great, because believe it or not some people never read anything and even presume that reading is for fools.

Despite that, I come from a long line of "magick" practicing Irish women, despite being part of the Catholic church. These aren't just old family stories either, my mother has the crystal ball my grandmother's grandmother supposedly used to predict clientele futures with, though there's plenty of stories too. So I grew up hearing these sort of fantastical stories I was always fascinated with yet skeptical of. My mother is not Catholic at all though, so I was not brought up under any sort of Christian belief system.
I feel most magic is superstition, however there are forms of magic which are a kind of psychological tool where people hypnotize themselves. I also don't rule out weird paranormal events. I don't think everything can be explained, and I don't think every thing magic is evil. I definitely will never believe in crystal gazing. What is evil is when people use magic to get other people to obey themselves. That's how I would classify fake miracle services or voodoo miracles. Just because its fake doesn't mean its not magic, and not everything that glitters is gold.

All of this being said, a couple of years ago, I was having a very hard time with my PTSD that came from a shooting I was in when I was younger, but that's a whole nother thing. Anyways, I had this religious or, I don't even know, incredible dream. I dreamt I had been shot and lying in the hospital bed, the room suddenly goes dark an the ceiling is the night sky, perimetered by these bright, diaphanous orange and pink tapestries, and in the center of this opening is a little jellyfish floating around in circles, forever shifting and changing color, glowing like those little sea organisms sometimes do. It began to speak to me, in this deep, calming, yet unidentifiable voice. It said that everything was going to be alright. And I asked if it was God, and it said "yes, in a way." Then I asked, why present as a jellyfish? And I don't remember the exact words, but it went something like, "because I am time, no beginning and no end, everything and nothing" or something or other. I remember a bit more conversation, but not exactly what was said, but I woke up with a start and immediately texted my then boyfriend everything I could remember. He was *convinced* it was some sort of religious experience because apparently (and I had no idea of this) there is some kind of immortal jellyfish in the ocean that I had no idea even existed. My mom was also quite shaken by my retelling of this because dreams were apparently a way they "practiced" magick. Now I don't know much about my family's practices as a lot of it was lost through conversion to the church, and I also was never told much despite my constant questioning, so her reaction seemed startling. Despite all of this, time passed, and it became somewhat forgotten.
Now, fast forward to last night. I've been getting into demonology, Goetia (the greater and lesser keys of Solomon), etc etc. I find it fascinating. I recently bought a book on it.
So last night, out of nowhere, I had one of the most disturbing, strange dreams I've ever had in my entire life, and I've had A LOT of nightmares. I'd even go so far to say I have ten times more nightmares than I do regular dreams, but this one... stuck out.
I had several false awakenings in this dream, which has never happened to me before. It starts off with this girl, who keeps trying to kill me, long story short, I narrowly escape, fall asleep and wake up in the same place, except this time her brother is the one trying to kill me. Again, I narrowly escape after being battered and assaulted and wake up in the exact same place. This time it's his mother. Each time the dream progresses, it becomes more violent, chaotic, and terrifying. The rooms get torn apart by bare hands, screaming, blood, visceral rage, and anarchy, it's... I can barely describe it. By the time I try and escape the mother, I'm willing to do anything to escape what I guess is coming next: the father.
There had been a lot of religious symbolism, specifically of the Abrahamic, or I guess Christian kind, but it all seemed arbitrary until I escaped into this underground subway terminal. I begged for help, but all the passerby were either visibly too frightened to help me, or just completely ignored me. Eventually, I was dragged back to where I met the father.
He told me he was "what you call the devil," and that this was my hell, and I was destined to go there. I explained that that couldn't be true. I was a good person, I did my best to help everyone I could, and that I hadn't even died to my knowledge. I don't remember much after that, except that he told me I'd "marry" my way into hell. Which? What? And just before I woke up, I had begun to violently vomit black goo.
I'm sorry this is so long, but, I feel I did my best at making it as short as possible. I don't believe in "God" or "The Devil" but I do believe in something of a higher power, and inexplicable events. Dreams play a major role in my family's and my beliefs, and I'm sure lots of people have had religious dreams, but these have stuck out to me. I'm too afraid to go to my family about this, I'm not really sure why. Is there anyone more experienced that could tell me what these could mean? Even in some philosophical sense?
Please don't reply with things about going to hell for interest in demonology. I'm not afraid of demons as I don't believe in them, at least not in the traditional sense, if at all.
In my opinion people are not supposed to remember our dreams. I know some people think its a way to gaze into the subconscious or to learn things. I usually don't remember dreams, and I think we get dreams from being half awake. I think it could mean you aren't sleeping well, so check to see if you are comfortable, that you aren't snoring, that the temperature is ok and that there isn't noise.
 

David T

Well-Known Member
Premium Member
Dreams are just your mind's way of sorting out the experiences you've had during the day. It sounds like you've kind of immersed yourself in various genres of the paranormal, so you're having paranormal dreams. No big deal.

If you find yourself being so disturbed by your dreams that you find it difficult to function in everyday life, however--or if your dreams start to make you want to hurt yourself or others--then I advise you to seek professional psychological help ASAP.
Dreams are just your mind's way of sorting out the experiences you've had during the day. It sounds like you've kind of immersed yourself in various genres of the paranormal, so you're having paranormal dreams. No big deal.

If you find yourself being so disturbed by your dreams that you find it difficult to function in everyday life, however--or if your dreams start to make you want to hurt yourself or others--then I advise you to seek professional psychological help ASAP.
"Dreams are just your mind's way of sorting out the experiences you've had during the day."

Better phrased, My opinion is dreams are just......
 

David T

Well-Known Member
Premium Member
I wasn't sure where to go with this, so I came here. Just for context, I've never been a particularly religious person, never really believed in any particular higher power or greater evil or anything of that sort. I am, however, a very curious person. I've read the Bible, a bit of the Quran, quite a few spiritual books, despite not being Christian or Muslim or Wiccan or anything like that.
Despite that, I come from a long line of "magick" practicing Irish women, despite being part of the Catholic church. These aren't just old family stories either, my mother has the crystal ball my grandmother's grandmother supposedly used to predict clientele futures with, though there's plenty of stories too. So I grew up hearing these sort of fantastical stories I was always fascinated with yet skeptical of. My mother is not Catholic at all though, so I was not brought up under any sort of Christian belief system.
All of this being said, a couple of years ago, I was having a very hard time with my PTSD that came from a shooting I was in when I was younger, but that's a whole nother thing. Anyways, I had this religious or, I don't even know, incredible dream. I dreamt I had been shot and lying in the hospital bed, the room suddenly goes dark an the ceiling is the night sky, perimetered by these bright, diaphanous orange and pink tapestries, and in the center of this opening is a little jellyfish floating around in circles, forever shifting and changing color, glowing like those little sea organisms sometimes do. It began to speak to me, in this deep, calming, yet unidentifiable voice. It said that everything was going to be alright. And I asked if it was God, and it said "yes, in a way." Then I asked, why present as a jellyfish? And I don't remember the exact words, but it went something like, "because I am time, no beginning and no end, everything and nothing" or something or other. I remember a bit more conversation, but not exactly what was said, but I woke up with a start and immediately texted my then boyfriend everything I could remember. He was *convinced* it was some sort of religious experience because apparently (and I had no idea of this) there is some kind of immortal jellyfish in the ocean that I had no idea even existed. My mom was also quite shaken by my retelling of this because dreams were apparently a way they "practiced" magick. Now I don't know much about my family's practices as a lot of it was lost through conversion to the church, and I also was never told much despite my constant questioning, so her reaction seemed startling. Despite all of this, time passed, and it became somewhat forgotten.
Now, fast forward to last night. I've been getting into demonology, Goetia (the greater and lesser keys of Solomon), etc etc. I find it fascinating. I recently bought a book on it.
So last night, out of nowhere, I had one of the most disturbing, strange dreams I've ever had in my entire life, and I've had A LOT of nightmares. I'd even go so far to say I have ten times more nightmares than I do regular dreams, but this one... stuck out.
I had several false awakenings in this dream, which has never happened to me before. It starts off with this girl, who keeps trying to kill me, long story short, I narrowly escape, fall asleep and wake up in the same place, except this time her brother is the one trying to kill me. Again, I narrowly escape after being battered and assaulted and wake up in the exact same place. This time it's his mother. Each time the dream progresses, it becomes more violent, chaotic, and terrifying. The rooms get torn apart by bare hands, screaming, blood, visceral rage, and anarchy, it's... I can barely describe it. By the time I try and escape the mother, I'm willing to do anything to escape what I guess is coming next: the father.
There had been a lot of religious symbolism, specifically of the Abrahamic, or I guess Christian kind, but it all seemed arbitrary until I escaped into this underground subway terminal. I begged for help, but all the passerby were either visibly too frightened to help me, or just completely ignored me. Eventually, I was dragged back to where I met the father.
He told me he was "what you call the devil," and that this was my hell, and I was destined to go there. I explained that that couldn't be true. I was a good person, I did my best to help everyone I could, and that I hadn't even died to my knowledge. I don't remember much after that, except that he told me I'd "marry" my way into hell. Which? What? And just before I woke up, I had begun to violently vomit black goo.
I'm sorry this is so long, but, I feel I did my best at making it as short as possible. I don't believe in "God" or "The Devil" but I do believe in something of a higher power, and inexplicable events. Dreams play a major role in my family's and my beliefs, and I'm sure lots of people have had religious dreams, but these have stuck out to me. I'm too afraid to go to my family about this, I'm not really sure why. Is there anyone more experienced that could tell me what these could mean? Even in some philosophical sense?
Please don't reply with things about going to hell for interest in demonology. I'm not afraid of demons as I don't believe in them, at least not in the traditional sense, if at all.
Rowan you are at a, strange age. I want to seriously warn you never trust advise on such topics by people over thirty. They are all semi nuts and totally unreliable. Trust me rowan i am an expert. i am over 30......


That said. Dreams are interesting did you know that in the bible the new testament starts off as a young girl has a dream. Her name is Mary! The unconscious is very mysterious and potentially very dangerous. Lets hope you settle into a nice normal mindless drone and no more dreams! Or you maybe cursed with an aweful fate. Artist. Hope not very miserable lot. I am also an expert on that Topic too. Rowan! a tree. Apparently trees do speak. How bout that.
 

Shadow Link

Active Member
Curious you are. And smart enough to seek advice. I think the dream within dreams are meant to drive you toward the gift of knowledge. Keep thinking and seeking for understanding. Good luck!
 

Axe Elf

Prophet
"Dreams are just your mind's way of sorting out the experiences you've had during the day."

Better phrased, My opinion is dreams are just......

Even better:

Scientific evidence strongly suggests that dreams are just your mind's way of sorting out the experiences you've had during the day.
 

Trackdayguy

Speed doesn't kill, it's hitting the wall
Vomiting black goo sounds like you might have been bleeding and became "black goo" while in your digestive system. Those kind of things happening while you sleep cause nightmares. I've had nightmares mostly only if my body had something wrong. I've had some pretty realistic and strange ones including one where I "learned" some strange things. Well, they turned out completely false when I woke up. :) Don't trust dreams, even realistic ones too much or you might go wrong.

Good advice
 

Ellen Brown

Well-Known Member
I wasn't sure where to go with this, so I came here. Just for context, I've never been a particularly religious person, never really believed in any particular higher power or greater evil or anything of that sort. I am, however, a very curious person. I've read the Bible, a bit of the Quran, quite a few spiritual books, despite not being Christian or Muslim or Wiccan or anything like that.
Despite that, I come from a long line of "magick" practicing Irish women, despite being part of the Catholic church. These aren't just old family stories either, my mother has the crystal ball my grandmother's grandmother supposedly used to predict clientele futures with, though there's plenty of stories too. So I grew up hearing these sort of fantastical stories I was always fascinated with yet skeptical of. My mother is not Catholic at all though, so I was not brought up under any sort of Christian belief system.
All of this being said, a couple of years ago, I was having a very hard time with my PTSD that came from a shooting I was in when I was younger, but that's a whole nother thing. Anyways, I had this religious or, I don't even know, incredible dream. I dreamt I had been shot and lying in the hospital bed, the room suddenly goes dark an the ceiling is the night sky, perimetered by these bright, diaphanous orange and pink tapestries, and in the center of this opening is a little jellyfish floating around in circles, forever shifting and changing color, glowing like those little sea organisms sometimes do. It began to speak to me, in this deep, calming, yet unidentifiable voice. It said that everything was going to be alright. And I asked if it was God, and it said "yes, in a way." Then I asked, why present as a jellyfish? And I don't remember the exact words, but it went something like, "because I am time, no beginning and no end, everything and nothing" or something or other. I remember a bit more conversation, but not exactly what was said, but I woke up with a start and immediately texted my then boyfriend everything I could remember. He was *convinced* it was some sort of religious experience because apparently (and I had no idea of this) there is some kind of immortal jellyfish in the ocean that I had no idea even existed. My mom was also quite shaken by my retelling of this because dreams were apparently a way they "practiced" magick. Now I don't know much about my family's practices as a lot of it was lost through conversion to the church, and I also was never told much despite my constant questioning, so her reaction seemed startling. Despite all of this, time passed, and it became somewhat forgotten.
Now, fast forward to last night. I've been getting into demonology, Goetia (the greater and lesser keys of Solomon), etc etc. I find it fascinating. I recently bought a book on it.
So last night, out of nowhere, I had one of the most disturbing, strange dreams I've ever had in my entire life, and I've had A LOT of nightmares. I'd even go so far to say I have ten times more nightmares than I do regular dreams, but this one... stuck out.
I had several false awakenings in this dream, which has never happened to me before. It starts off with this girl, who keeps trying to kill me, long story short, I narrowly escape, fall asleep and wake up in the same place, except this time her brother is the one trying to kill me. Again, I narrowly escape after being battered and assaulted and wake up in the exact same place. This time it's his mother. Each time the dream progresses, it becomes more violent, chaotic, and terrifying. The rooms get torn apart by bare hands, screaming, blood, visceral rage, and anarchy, it's... I can barely describe it. By the time I try and escape the mother, I'm willing to do anything to escape what I guess is coming next: the father.
There had been a lot of religious symbolism, specifically of the Abrahamic, or I guess Christian kind, but it all seemed arbitrary until I escaped into this underground subway terminal. I begged for help, but all the passerby were either visibly too frightened to help me, or just completely ignored me. Eventually, I was dragged back to where I met the father.
He told me he was "what you call the devil," and that this was my hell, and I was destined to go there. I explained that that couldn't be true. I was a good person, I did my best to help everyone I could, and that I hadn't even died to my knowledge. I don't remember much after that, except that he told me I'd "marry" my way into hell. Which? What? And just before I woke up, I had begun to violently vomit black goo.
I'm sorry this is so long, but, I feel I did my best at making it as short as possible. I don't believe in "God" or "The Devil" but I do believe in something of a higher power, and inexplicable events. Dreams play a major role in my family's and my beliefs, and I'm sure lots of people have had religious dreams, but these have stuck out to me. I'm too afraid to go to my family about this, I'm not really sure why. Is there anyone more experienced that could tell me what these could mean? Even in some philosophical sense?
Please don't reply with things about going to hell for interest in demonology. I'm not afraid of demons as I don't believe in them, at least not in the traditional sense, if at all.

Since you don't believe in the conventional stuff, then perhaps study what pleases the Creator. I read that you are vomiting black goo. Dude, that's Medical and an obvious symptom of serious Gastrointestinal issues. Go to the Emergency Room now!
 

David T

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Even better:

Scientific evidence strongly suggests that dreams are just your mind's way of sorting out the experiences you've had during the day.
Even better:

Scientific evidence strongly suggests that dreams are just your mind's way of sorting out the experiences you've had during the day.
Sure i will put that in the homo sexual is a mental disorder science catagory. Lets see what else oh the brain is a computer. Oh what other nonsense can we pretend in regards to projection fantasies onto neurology of what ever flavor of the moment. Sorry i actually read george lakoffs entire science text philosophy in the flesh. Easy read sophmore level science text. Like 3 days.

Now lets talk Astrology, freud.
 

Axe Elf

Prophet
Sure i will put that in the homo sexual is a mental disorder science catagory. Lets see what else oh the brain is a computer. Oh what other nonsense can we pretend in regards to projection fantasies onto neurology of what ever flavor of the moment. Sorry i actually read george lakoffs entire science text philosophy in the flesh. Easy read sophmore level science text. Like 3 days.

Now lets talk Astrology, freud.

I'm sorry, did you say anything at all there that has any relevance to my statement that you quoted?

If so, you'll need to demonstrate relevance, because there doesn't appear to be any at face value, and as such, I'm inclined to simply move along.
 

danieldemol

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I wasn't sure where to go with this, so I came here. Just for context, I've never been a particularly religious person, never really believed in any particular higher power or greater evil or anything of that sort. I am, however, a very curious person. I've read the Bible, a bit of the Quran, quite a few spiritual books, despite not being Christian or Muslim or Wiccan or anything like that.
Despite that, I come from a long line of "magick" practicing Irish women, despite being part of the Catholic church. These aren't just old family stories either, my mother has the crystal ball my grandmother's grandmother supposedly used to predict clientele futures with, though there's plenty of stories too. So I grew up hearing these sort of fantastical stories I was always fascinated with yet skeptical of. My mother is not Catholic at all though, so I was not brought up under any sort of Christian belief system.
All of this being said, a couple of years ago, I was having a very hard time with my PTSD that came from a shooting I was in when I was younger, but that's a whole nother thing. Anyways, I had this religious or, I don't even know, incredible dream. I dreamt I had been shot and lying in the hospital bed, the room suddenly goes dark an the ceiling is the night sky, perimetered by these bright, diaphanous orange and pink tapestries, and in the center of this opening is a little jellyfish floating around in circles, forever shifting and changing color, glowing like those little sea organisms sometimes do. It began to speak to me, in this deep, calming, yet unidentifiable voice. It said that everything was going to be alright. And I asked if it was God, and it said "yes, in a way." Then I asked, why present as a jellyfish? And I don't remember the exact words, but it went something like, "because I am time, no beginning and no end, everything and nothing" or something or other. I remember a bit more conversation, but not exactly what was said, but I woke up with a start and immediately texted my then boyfriend everything I could remember. He was *convinced* it was some sort of religious experience because apparently (and I had no idea of this) there is some kind of immortal jellyfish in the ocean that I had no idea even existed. My mom was also quite shaken by my retelling of this because dreams were apparently a way they "practiced" magick. Now I don't know much about my family's practices as a lot of it was lost through conversion to the church, and I also was never told much despite my constant questioning, so her reaction seemed startling. Despite all of this, time passed, and it became somewhat forgotten.
Now, fast forward to last night. I've been getting into demonology, Goetia (the greater and lesser keys of Solomon), etc etc. I find it fascinating. I recently bought a book on it.
So last night, out of nowhere, I had one of the most disturbing, strange dreams I've ever had in my entire life, and I've had A LOT of nightmares. I'd even go so far to say I have ten times more nightmares than I do regular dreams, but this one... stuck out.
I had several false awakenings in this dream, which has never happened to me before. It starts off with this girl, who keeps trying to kill me, long story short, I narrowly escape, fall asleep and wake up in the same place, except this time her brother is the one trying to kill me. Again, I narrowly escape after being battered and assaulted and wake up in the exact same place. This time it's his mother. Each time the dream progresses, it becomes more violent, chaotic, and terrifying. The rooms get torn apart by bare hands, screaming, blood, visceral rage, and anarchy, it's... I can barely describe it. By the time I try and escape the mother, I'm willing to do anything to escape what I guess is coming next: the father.
There had been a lot of religious symbolism, specifically of the Abrahamic, or I guess Christian kind, but it all seemed arbitrary until I escaped into this underground subway terminal. I begged for help, but all the passerby were either visibly too frightened to help me, or just completely ignored me. Eventually, I was dragged back to where I met the father.
He told me he was "what you call the devil," and that this was my hell, and I was destined to go there. I explained that that couldn't be true. I was a good person, I did my best to help everyone I could, and that I hadn't even died to my knowledge. I don't remember much after that, except that he told me I'd "marry" my way into hell. Which? What? And just before I woke up, I had begun to violently vomit black goo.
I'm sorry this is so long, but, I feel I did my best at making it as short as possible. I don't believe in "God" or "The Devil" but I do believe in something of a higher power, and inexplicable events. Dreams play a major role in my family's and my beliefs, and I'm sure lots of people have had religious dreams, but these have stuck out to me. I'm too afraid to go to my family about this, I'm not really sure why. Is there anyone more experienced that could tell me what these could mean? Even in some philosophical sense?
Please don't reply with things about going to hell for interest in demonology. I'm not afraid of demons as I don't believe in them, at least not in the traditional sense, if at all.
Sorry to be the one to break it to you but there is no immortal jellyfish as far as i’m aware
 

Unguru

I am a Sikh nice to meet you
I wasn't sure where to go with this, so I came here. Just for context, I've never been a particularly religious person, never really believed in any particular higher power or greater evil or anything of that sort. I am, however, a very curious person. I've read the Bible, a bit of the Quran, quite a few spiritual books, despite not being Christian or Muslim or Wiccan or anything like that.
Despite that, I come from a long line of "magick" practicing Irish women, despite being part of the Catholic church. These aren't just old family stories either, my mother has the crystal ball my grandmother's grandmother supposedly used to predict clientele futures with, though there's plenty of stories too. So I grew up hearing these sort of fantastical stories I was always fascinated with yet skeptical of. My mother is not Catholic at all though, so I was not brought up under any sort of Christian belief system.
All of this being said, a couple of years ago, I was having a very hard time with my PTSD that came from a shooting I was in when I was younger, but that's a whole nother thing. Anyways, I had this religious or, I don't even know, incredible dream. I dreamt I had been shot and lying in the hospital bed, the room suddenly goes dark an the ceiling is the night sky, perimetered by these bright, diaphanous orange and pink tapestries, and in the center of this opening is a little jellyfish floating around in circles, forever shifting and changing color, glowing like those little sea organisms sometimes do. It began to speak to me, in this deep, calming, yet unidentifiable voice. It said that everything was going to be alright. And I asked if it was God, and it said "yes, in a way." Then I asked, why present as a jellyfish? And I don't remember the exact words, but it went something like, "because I am time, no beginning and no end, everything and nothing" or something or other. I remember a bit more conversation, but not exactly what was said, but I woke up with a start and immediately texted my then boyfriend everything I could remember. He was *convinced* it was some sort of religious experience because apparently (and I had no idea of this) there is some kind of immortal jellyfish in the ocean that I had no idea even existed. My mom was also quite shaken by my retelling of this because dreams were apparently a way they "practiced" magick. Now I don't know much about my family's practices as a lot of it was lost through conversion to the church, and I also was never told much despite my constant questioning, so her reaction seemed startling. Despite all of this, time passed, and it became somewhat forgotten.
Now, fast forward to last night. I've been getting into demonology, Goetia (the greater and lesser keys of Solomon), etc etc. I find it fascinating. I recently bought a book on it.
So last night, out of nowhere, I had one of the most disturbing, strange dreams I've ever had in my entire life, and I've had A LOT of nightmares. I'd even go so far to say I have ten times more nightmares than I do regular dreams, but this one... stuck out.
I had several false awakenings in this dream, which has never happened to me before. It starts off with this girl, who keeps trying to kill me, long story short, I narrowly escape, fall asleep and wake up in the same place, except this time her brother is the one trying to kill me. Again, I narrowly escape after being battered and assaulted and wake up in the exact same place. This time it's his mother. Each time the dream progresses, it becomes more violent, chaotic, and terrifying. The rooms get torn apart by bare hands, screaming, blood, visceral rage, and anarchy, it's... I can barely describe it. By the time I try and escape the mother, I'm willing to do anything to escape what I guess is coming next: the father.
There had been a lot of religious symbolism, specifically of the Abrahamic, or I guess Christian kind, but it all seemed arbitrary until I escaped into this underground subway terminal. I begged for help, but all the passerby were either visibly too frightened to help me, or just completely ignored me. Eventually, I was dragged back to where I met the father.
He told me he was "what you call the devil," and that this was my hell, and I was destined to go there. I explained that that couldn't be true. I was a good person, I did my best to help everyone I could, and that I hadn't even died to my knowledge. I don't remember much after that, except that he told me I'd "marry" my way into hell. Which? What? And just before I woke up, I had begun to violently vomit black goo.
I'm sorry this is so long, but, I feel I did my best at making it as short as possible. I don't believe in "God" or "The Devil" but I do believe in something of a higher power, and inexplicable events. Dreams play a major role in my family's and my beliefs, and I'm sure lots of people have had religious dreams, but these have stuck out to me. I'm too afraid to go to my family about this, I'm not really sure why. Is there anyone more experienced that could tell me what these could mean? Even in some philosophical sense?
Please don't reply with things about going to hell for interest in demonology. I'm not afraid of demons as I don't believe in them, at least not in the traditional sense, if at all.

It sounds like you are at the beginning of your path, where you try to make sense of things and dive deeper into what needs more focus, and ignore that which causes you trouble.
The combination of the various scriptures you mention and interest in forms of occultism, combined with the dreams, is something I can very much appreciate.
Your ptsd though, does tell me that you are at the same time, struggling against your past. There is a psychological aspect to this but I wouldn't advise that rabbit hole too much either.
Knowledge of self is perhaps the best you can do as a start, keep working at that demonology, the Bible and Qur'an - there's a hell of a lot of significant things to be gained from those areas of study (and reflection).

All the best :)
 

David T

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I'm sorry, did you say anything at all there that has any relevance to my statement that you quoted?

If so, you'll need to demonstrate relevance, because there doesn't appear to be any at face value, and as such, I'm inclined to simply move along.
You are right.
 
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