Really? Anything you would care to elaborate on? .
Well, I started having demon dreams in 2007. The first dream: I was in a “trailer” with my old boyfriends “Dave” sitting on the couch. The door to the outside was open and Satan was zig zagging (prowling) toward the door, very fast. I thought to myself, “If I can shut the door before he gets here…” Then he threw the door open and was standing in my face. I stood up firm, with my chest high, and said, "I’M NOT AFRAID OF YOU! …and he ran off.
About one year later, I had moved into a new place and was advancing in my prayer life, quite content and happy. I was in my room praying around dusk when I heard something down stairs. So, I got up and went down. When I looked out the door window I didn’t see anyone. I took a few steps further and crouching in the corner was a man. I backed away from the man and said firmly, “THAT’S NOT EVEN FUNNY!” He stepped toward the door and said, “I’m not a pervert, I’m not a pervert.” He left. But the ironic thing was…his name was “Dave.” and he lived in the “trailer” next door.
Following that about 3 months later. I had a series of demon dreams. The first one, I was in a hallway with many doors. I was running past all the doors trying to get away from the demon that was chasing me. There was an open door at the end of the doorway and I ran through it, only there was no where to go. It dropped off into an abyss of white clouds. Rather than be captured by the demon, I jumped into the abyss with my last words being, “Lest I dash my foot against a stone.”
The 2cd dream two nights later was of me in my bed. I got up to go to the bathroom and when I got in the hallway there was Satan (a black body). He threw me to the ground and held me there by my throat. He was writhing with anger toward me. I couldn’t breathe and I was being choked. I mustered up the strength to shout, “Jesus!” and instantly I was awoke and breathing.
The 3rd dream, two days later, wasn’t actually a dream. I was awoke by the sound of growling and rumbling in my chest and body. I was wide awake, while experiencing this. I was again being choked. I squeezed out a quiet, “Jesus” and was met with instant relief.
Two days after that, I went to a prayer group with my fellow Cursillestas. While I was in the group my phone was blowing up (being bombarded with texts) from a woman I barely knew. She was angry, jealous, and insulting me. She was making threats and accusing me. It felt very much like the spirit that had tried to possess me a few nights before. (I often wondered if this woman was in the occult and putting curses on me but it back fired on her.)
So, then January of 2010, I had another dream. I woke from sleep in my dream, I thought I heard my boyfriend had come through the door and was standing beside my bed. When I opened my eyes it was Satan (a black body) standing next to my bed, overflowing with hatred for me. I could feel it. In my dream I started batting him with my pillow because that was all I had.
I suddenly woke up from my dream, a little frightened. Five minutes later my boyfriend came through the door and stood in the exact same place. I broke up with him about a week or two later.
After that I moved into my mother’s home. I started having dreams and unsettling events happening at night.
I had one dream. An arc angel was standing very tall and powerful before me holding a chalice. He very sternly told me to drink the chalice. So I did but the precious blood was pouring into me so fast It was spilling out of my mouth. I could not drink it fast enough. Rather than spill it on the floor I hurried the cup to the altar and placed it down. The angel looked at me and said, “Because you did this, you must climb the stairs weeping.” I looked over into the corner and there was a set of translucent, lighted/glowing stairs going up.
I woke up one night gasping for breath with the sense of terrible loss as though my closest love had just died. I began wailing and sobbing uncontrollably. The next day I could not shake the feeling of loss and I felt as though something was evil around me. So, I commanded the evil to leave me in the name of Jesus, (which I had just read in a book that I could do.). The next morning, I went to Mass. I still had this feeling of loss and despair. So, I went back to the chapel and prostrated myself before Jesus in the sacrament and begged God for joy. That night, my best friends boyfriend was killed unexpectedly in a snow mobile accident.
After that over the next 6 months I had what felt like an all out war for my soul going on behind the VEIL and I was caught in the middle. I would feel the presence of evil. I would fight it with prayer and then I would be visited by peace and light. This happened very often. One night, I laid down to bed and just closed my eyes. I was far from sleeping and an angel’s face (I think it was an angel) lit up and pushed through the veil. (Kind of like those nails that you push your hand into and the shape comes to the surface.) The veil was silvery and the face came at me very fast. It startled me. Then, it left me with a beautiful peace.
On August 15th of 2010, I went to church and unwittingly sat near the stained glass window of Blessed Mother. I had been praying and asking Jesus if what I was suffering was making a difference because I couldn’t see any results. I turned and looked at the stained glass window and Blessed Mother winked at me. I immediately was caught up into dream (although I was awake) and I saw Jesus standing under a tree. He was holding a thick book above His head and out of my reach. I knew that I wanted that book so started jumping and trying to get it from Jesus. Jesus was smiling and laughing. After a few attempts I pouted and said, “Jesus, can I please have the book?” He scooped me under His arm and sat me under the tree. He opened the book to me and written in the book were hundreds and thousands of names. He told me in my heart that these were the names of all of the souls that would return/come to Him because of what I was suffering.
I had all kinds of things that happened in 2010. I would have to write a book. I hope this helps you.
My voice came from directly behind me, and I remember thinking that it didn’t sound like either gender. Completely asexual. On the other hand, the voice my mother heard sounded like a man and came from her right. Amazing.
, but hope won out. I just can’t maintain the despair, it just requires too much energy. Instead, I think about how grateful I am to be here in His Church during this really hard time. I draw strength from His Sacraments. I hope you can find strength there too.