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I am planning on converting to Catholicism as soon as I can, next fall, through RCIA. I said this in a previous post…until then, I have been practicing the faith as fully as I can, without being baptized into the Church (sorry for repeating myself!) 
I have known for months that this is where I belong, and have been trying to be an example of the faith to my family, which, to say the least, is very broken and “messed up.”
For months, I have also been having nightmares. Not necessarily “wake up screaming in the night” dreams, but disturbing, strange, weird, sometimes scary, dreams. I have woken up shaking once or twice, but generally these dreams are just mentally shaking. I have never been one to have nightmares before this.
I didn’t relate any of this to possible “bad spirits” or “demons” at the time, but I have been growing in the faith, praying, coming BACK to God (I once attended a Nazarene church for a few years, and found it to be very false and uncomfortable but still felt close to God)…something Satan desperately does not want. I also should note that my coming to the Church exhibited a complete TURNAROUND on tons of beliefs I thought I felt strongly about…nothing short of a miracle…
Anyway, I’m rambling. During the time these nightmares were happening, I was in the car with my boyfriend (the one who has quietly led me to the Truth) on a visit to my father’s house, which is 3 hours away. We both began feeling very uneasy at the same time…and experienced an intense feeling of doom, death, something absolutely horrible—something we cannot even describe or begin to feel again, or compare to anything…we both thought someone in our families had died or something horrible was about to happen. Then, my boyfriend and I began to talk, that night, about the demons in my family, the demons in my past and my life, what I was overcoming, how this could have something to do with the nightmares and our feeling. We felt we might have been “attacked” by demons.
Then I realized…I had been praying to God to give me some sort of a sign. I was gradually beginning to believe in the Church and see it clearly, but I felt I needed one little push–and maybe this was it. Maybe I was being shown what exactly I was up against.
Anyone have any (name removed by moderator)ut or similar experiences? To this day we still have no idea, but speculate, that this might be what occurred. Whether it was a good force or a bad force, unsure, but it led to good things. I hold more conviction than ever, after that incident.
I am still experiencing the dreams here and there.
I have known for months that this is where I belong, and have been trying to be an example of the faith to my family, which, to say the least, is very broken and “messed up.”For months, I have also been having nightmares. Not necessarily “wake up screaming in the night” dreams, but disturbing, strange, weird, sometimes scary, dreams. I have woken up shaking once or twice, but generally these dreams are just mentally shaking. I have never been one to have nightmares before this.
I didn’t relate any of this to possible “bad spirits” or “demons” at the time, but I have been growing in the faith, praying, coming BACK to God (I once attended a Nazarene church for a few years, and found it to be very false and uncomfortable but still felt close to God)…something Satan desperately does not want. I also should note that my coming to the Church exhibited a complete TURNAROUND on tons of beliefs I thought I felt strongly about…nothing short of a miracle…
Anyway, I’m rambling. During the time these nightmares were happening, I was in the car with my boyfriend (the one who has quietly led me to the Truth) on a visit to my father’s house, which is 3 hours away. We both began feeling very uneasy at the same time…and experienced an intense feeling of doom, death, something absolutely horrible—something we cannot even describe or begin to feel again, or compare to anything…we both thought someone in our families had died or something horrible was about to happen. Then, my boyfriend and I began to talk, that night, about the demons in my family, the demons in my past and my life, what I was overcoming, how this could have something to do with the nightmares and our feeling. We felt we might have been “attacked” by demons.
Then I realized…I had been praying to God to give me some sort of a sign. I was gradually beginning to believe in the Church and see it clearly, but I felt I needed one little push–and maybe this was it. Maybe I was being shown what exactly I was up against.
Anyone have any (name removed by moderator)ut or similar experiences? To this day we still have no idea, but speculate, that this might be what occurred. Whether it was a good force or a bad force, unsure, but it led to good things. I hold more conviction than ever, after that incident.
I am still experiencing the dreams here and there.
