I had the bizarrest nightmare
It has been a long long time since I had a nightmare, and this was quite literally the most frightening one I have ever experienced. I cannot fathom what brought it on, but it was absolutely terrifying.
I was in my home church, which is large and slightly gothic. It was pre-church service, and this young girl had been invited to play the organ. She had some kind of strange dissability, like cerebral palsy or something like that. In the dream I didn't buy it, because although she moved strangely, it was not like someone with an illness. Also, this girl was quite small for being 12 years old or so. She had thin blond hair and was very very pale. She also had some type of crusty white makeup on half of her face. I was invited to listen to her practice before the service started. Everyone left except the two of us. I don't remember if she started to play at all, because the bulk of the dream involved her attacking me. I don't even remember how exactly - maybe she was clawing at me - but I remember wrestling with her somehow and trying to hit her. I couldn't get away while she was attacking me. I hit her in the face and she froze. There was a lot of blood running down the left side of her face, and her eyes were fixed in place. I touched the blood on her face out of shock, trying to understand what I had done and what was happening. Then I ran up the isle of the church toward the foyer. At this point I had my heavy comforter from my bed with me and it was weighing me down as I ran, but I wouldn't let it go (I assume because in my head I associate it with feeling safe). I ran through the double doors into the foyer and almost ran smack into a church deacon. Not recognizing him initially and being terrified, I slapped him in the face. He stopped in his tracks, shocked. Before I could think to apologize I blurted out,"that little girl, she's not alright". He didn't seem to know what I was talking about, but walked into the church to see.
Some time passed in the dream, and I cam back to the church just as the service was starting. I made my way to the front, looking for evidence of what had happened. No on seemed the least bit phased, as if the girl was never there and had never been invited. There was a light blue blanket laying across the keyboard of the organ, which was the only clue that anything was ever out of the ordinary.
That is when I woke up, sweating, terrified. I didn't want to go back to sleep because I didn't want to chance lapsing into the same dream sequence again. I didn't explain it very well, but in the dream when I was fighting the girl, it was like she was pure evil. There was a lot of blackness and intense evil and pain associated with her. The only thing I could liken it to, or imagine likening it to, was if I ever encountered a devil. It felt like fighting a devil - something out of this world and stronger than me with no good intentions.
I never want to have a dream like that again.
I was in my home church, which is large and slightly gothic. It was pre-church service, and this young girl had been invited to play the organ. She had some kind of strange dissability, like cerebral palsy or something like that. In the dream I didn't buy it, because although she moved strangely, it was not like someone with an illness. Also, this girl was quite small for being 12 years old or so. She had thin blond hair and was very very pale. She also had some type of crusty white makeup on half of her face. I was invited to listen to her practice before the service started. Everyone left except the two of us. I don't remember if she started to play at all, because the bulk of the dream involved her attacking me. I don't even remember how exactly - maybe she was clawing at me - but I remember wrestling with her somehow and trying to hit her. I couldn't get away while she was attacking me. I hit her in the face and she froze. There was a lot of blood running down the left side of her face, and her eyes were fixed in place. I touched the blood on her face out of shock, trying to understand what I had done and what was happening. Then I ran up the isle of the church toward the foyer. At this point I had my heavy comforter from my bed with me and it was weighing me down as I ran, but I wouldn't let it go (I assume because in my head I associate it with feeling safe). I ran through the double doors into the foyer and almost ran smack into a church deacon. Not recognizing him initially and being terrified, I slapped him in the face. He stopped in his tracks, shocked. Before I could think to apologize I blurted out,"that little girl, she's not alright". He didn't seem to know what I was talking about, but walked into the church to see.
Some time passed in the dream, and I cam back to the church just as the service was starting. I made my way to the front, looking for evidence of what had happened. No on seemed the least bit phased, as if the girl was never there and had never been invited. There was a light blue blanket laying across the keyboard of the organ, which was the only clue that anything was ever out of the ordinary.
That is when I woke up, sweating, terrified. I didn't want to go back to sleep because I didn't want to chance lapsing into the same dream sequence again. I didn't explain it very well, but in the dream when I was fighting the girl, it was like she was pure evil. There was a lot of blackness and intense evil and pain associated with her. The only thing I could liken it to, or imagine likening it to, was if I ever encountered a devil. It felt like fighting a devil - something out of this world and stronger than me with no good intentions.
I never want to have a dream like that again.