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Though lengthy – if you’re interested, please respond with your thoughts on this event. God Bless!
*(All of this happened in a condescended 10-15 second time frame but I’m just trying to describe it fully, and describe what I was thinking the entire time. It was still dark outside, dark in my room as night normally is, so when I describe what I saw, it was a mixture of my dream and being awake.). *
I’m fortunate as a sleeper that sleeps completely through to the end of the night – only waking up to my alarm clock. But last night probably around 5am I woke up feeling a little nervous (somewhat scared, but not the same kind of scared you might have if you just exited a nightmare). My nervousness was coming from a sudden anticipation of what was about to happen, as if I already knew it was coming. A sound deep, dense & compact started to approach me, and I felt I could see a dark wind barreling through the distance, funneling together, and swiftly snaking towards me – and this deep sound was intensifying as it grew closer. I didn’t fear it because I felt confident that I was safe because whatever evil it was, I knew I was protected through God. The deep sound and wind blew into me, blowing past me like I was a strong tree standing strong during a gust of wind. I remember smiling because it wasn’t as bad as I thought it could be – and I spoke aloud saying “That’s it? That’s nothing” and I gripped my pillow in excitement as if I just was a team member that had just won a game. I know my dialogue there is a little cocky, maybe not the same anyone else would have chosen but that’s just some insight to my competitive but confident self I have against evil. The minute I concluded those words… I realized it wasn’t over. Instead I felt I just provoked something much stronger, much more powerful that I had previously imagined. The same nervous anticipation grew within me again, as in the distance I saw a massive version of what I just experienced collecting together. Darker, deeper, a fright train like howl, it gathered its own energy, and was at least 5 times greater than the first…. Like a title wave, this dark wind raced towards me and hit me, filled my chest, blew out through my ears and nose & mouth with incredible velocity – I kept hoping it was over, but every additional second felt unbearable – my chest hurt, I didn’t feel I had enough strength to remain….and then it was completely over.
I clutched my pillow, feared turning on a light in my bedroom… and then as opposite as night and day, my fear disappeared. I remembered the close cross to my head, I remembered the picture of Jesus hanging on my wall, and I felt like I was just a baby, an infant being held.
As I lay in my bed, I realized that I had been awake the entire time and it was not a dream. The entire day today, I kept thinking about that unique occurrence of last night.
I called my parents this evening as we set up when we would meet prior to an interesting Mass we’re going to tomorrow – it’s the Diocesan Opening Centennial Mass. I’m not an expert, but there is something about indulgences & graces to be given at this Mass. My personal faith has risen from neutral limbo to an excited Catholic – and my mother’s stance on this dream was that it falls so close to an important Mass – and she felt it was an evil force frustrated that I’m growing in my faith. What I described to her, was very similar to a dream she had about 2-3 months earlier when her faith & Catholic believes were challenged by my then non-denominational girlfriend (a breakup based on differences in faith). She urged me to submit this to Catholic Answers and is interested in your responses as of course I am. It’s not a question I have, but more of an experience I wanted to share. If others have had similar experiences or want to comment on this – feel free!
*(All of this happened in a condescended 10-15 second time frame but I’m just trying to describe it fully, and describe what I was thinking the entire time. It was still dark outside, dark in my room as night normally is, so when I describe what I saw, it was a mixture of my dream and being awake.). *
I’m fortunate as a sleeper that sleeps completely through to the end of the night – only waking up to my alarm clock. But last night probably around 5am I woke up feeling a little nervous (somewhat scared, but not the same kind of scared you might have if you just exited a nightmare). My nervousness was coming from a sudden anticipation of what was about to happen, as if I already knew it was coming. A sound deep, dense & compact started to approach me, and I felt I could see a dark wind barreling through the distance, funneling together, and swiftly snaking towards me – and this deep sound was intensifying as it grew closer. I didn’t fear it because I felt confident that I was safe because whatever evil it was, I knew I was protected through God. The deep sound and wind blew into me, blowing past me like I was a strong tree standing strong during a gust of wind. I remember smiling because it wasn’t as bad as I thought it could be – and I spoke aloud saying “That’s it? That’s nothing” and I gripped my pillow in excitement as if I just was a team member that had just won a game. I know my dialogue there is a little cocky, maybe not the same anyone else would have chosen but that’s just some insight to my competitive but confident self I have against evil. The minute I concluded those words… I realized it wasn’t over. Instead I felt I just provoked something much stronger, much more powerful that I had previously imagined. The same nervous anticipation grew within me again, as in the distance I saw a massive version of what I just experienced collecting together. Darker, deeper, a fright train like howl, it gathered its own energy, and was at least 5 times greater than the first…. Like a title wave, this dark wind raced towards me and hit me, filled my chest, blew out through my ears and nose & mouth with incredible velocity – I kept hoping it was over, but every additional second felt unbearable – my chest hurt, I didn’t feel I had enough strength to remain….and then it was completely over.
I clutched my pillow, feared turning on a light in my bedroom… and then as opposite as night and day, my fear disappeared. I remembered the close cross to my head, I remembered the picture of Jesus hanging on my wall, and I felt like I was just a baby, an infant being held.
As I lay in my bed, I realized that I had been awake the entire time and it was not a dream. The entire day today, I kept thinking about that unique occurrence of last night.
I called my parents this evening as we set up when we would meet prior to an interesting Mass we’re going to tomorrow – it’s the Diocesan Opening Centennial Mass. I’m not an expert, but there is something about indulgences & graces to be given at this Mass. My personal faith has risen from neutral limbo to an excited Catholic – and my mother’s stance on this dream was that it falls so close to an important Mass – and she felt it was an evil force frustrated that I’m growing in my faith. What I described to her, was very similar to a dream she had about 2-3 months earlier when her faith & Catholic believes were challenged by my then non-denominational girlfriend (a breakup based on differences in faith). She urged me to submit this to Catholic Answers and is interested in your responses as of course I am. It’s not a question I have, but more of an experience I wanted to share. If others have had similar experiences or want to comment on this – feel free!
), but I did grab my rosary and start to try and pray even though I was not, sadly, in the habit of praying the rosary. The strange sensation did eventually depart.