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The other night I had a nightmare, I was petrified in my dream because Satan was to appear and I remember shutting my eyes and praying the Hail Mary, I think three times and then I woke up.

Does it mean anything? I like the thought that in my dream I called out to Mary for help against Satan.

Thanks.
 
It means that you fear evil (a healthy trait in moderation), and that you know you can turn to Our Lady for protection and assistance.

A couple years ago, I dreamed I was in a house that was almost completely dark (no lights). I was standing in a hallway, with my son standing behind me, as a demon approached us. I called out to Our Mother Mary and the evil one immediately fled and my son and I were whisked away to someplace safer.

Dreams like this remind me to stay close to heaven in my prayers and lifestyle.
 
I love the thought - that the Hail Mary - is that powerful - to ward off the worst of evil !

I’ve had a few Hell dreams, myself.
One, though, I was actually in Hell,
I awoke with my legs kicking wildly and arms flaying away.
I’ve never been so scared. Cold sweat. Eyes wide open.
I repented, immediately, of all unforgiveness that I harbored towards others -

That was my first honest to goodness overall mood -
how unforgiveness - has got to be - the sin of all sins.
I didn’t say the Hail Mary - no way -
I was being barraged by demons, with no time at all to think, utter mayhem.
My kicking and throwing my arms around is what awoke me.
I was shocked at the horror I cane out from …
And thankful - ohhhhhhhhhh man - I was so very thankful and so humbly repentant .

Don’t hold grudges against anyone, people !
Forgive - your top three people - you hate the most.
 
The only religious dream I ever had, not really a nightmare, was that I was a diplomat or VIP serving in Rome.

I was talking to the new Pope or one of his nuncios in the Sistine Chapel, and he was explaining to me that when they came to Rome they discovered that the room had not been painted in 500 years and they were just about finished with the new paint job for the interior of the chapel.

They pulled away the screen where the men had been working, and the workmen had painted Dogs playing Poker in the chapel.

I’m not sure what the meaning of the dream was.
 
I once had a dream that I was driving to the moon in my old car and then right in the middle of my space travel my car broke down and I was stuck in space. The good news is that in both of our dreams we “woke up”. Don’t worry too much on it. 😉
 
I have dreams similar to yours.

I would be in a dark house with no lights and I can sense the presence of evil. I always have a rosary with me in these dreams and I always end up praying the rosary, all five of the Glorious mysteries.

It’s always the Glorious mysteries when I pray in my dreams.
 
I recently read “The Psychology of Dreams” by Paul Robbins. Freud didn’t have the advantage of brain scans, so he pretty much missed the boat. Dreams access long-term memories, but they are just snatches of memories, in no particular order. Plus the part of the brain that deals with logic and chronology is disabled during sleep, so you can fly, breath underwater, be in different places without time to get there, etc.

There can be themes in your dreams, and you may be trying to solve some problem you are thinking about, but there is no particular meaning to anything, despite what Freud thought.

It seems to me that if you give your dreams some supernatural meaning, it’s not only superstitious, but you’re going down a road that is not going to take you to a positive place!
 
At about 50 years of age, I had a dream and I woke up at 3 in the morning. I dreamed, though more like realized, that I was going to die. Not right there, but one day. It so panicked me that I broke out in a sweat. I wanted to negate my entire existence. I was downright scared to the point of shaking at the realization. (maybe that is the moment everyone has to endure, that moment when you go from intellectually knowing about death, to realizing it is coming and actually feeling the inevitable.)
I did the only thing I could do. I put a blessed copy of the Bible under my pillow and laid back down. I was asleep in two minutes and have never had that thought again. And to this day, the thought of being dead has no power of fear over me. In fact, given what we believe is to come, I am actually looking forward to it.
Read into it what you will.
 
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When I was working, I once had an interesting dream, and when I went into work after I work up, I told my boss about my dream.

After I left her office, she went on into the manager’s office and two young ladies looked it up in their “Dream Book” which advises what numbers to play based on dreams.

I felt sort of guilty about it afterwards, as it ended costing the women like $30 playing the various numbers associated with my dream.
 
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