This dream was a mix of emotions, but ultimately lead to the most terrifying experience I’ve had in a dream.  I dreamt this years ago but I’ve never made sense of it. 

The start art of the dream was me basically being in a larger version of my mothers house. She has a big house anyway, but in the dream it was the same house but probably 4 times the size. In the dream, I had the knowledge that it was I who now owned this house, that I was very wealthy, had nothing to worry about and also an important person or somebody of significance. (This does not correlate with reality though lol!) 

there are are many others in the house, as if I was having some sort of party or get-together, and I at first was just wandering around, having nice conversations with people and just loving the atmosphere. I then in the big hallway, met one of my old clients, and began talking to her. I just want to note here that I had no romantic feelings towards her, and neither did she towards me. We ended up walking to the cinema in the house. Again there is no cinema in reality. When we got in there, the cinema was probably 75% occupied, and we decided to lay down on the floor in one of the aisles that connect the rows. We sat down on a picnic blanket and just talked and sipped wine, on the cinema screen was an old black and white film/footage of world war 2. I was enjoying this moment and we were running out of wine (red), I was also getting quite drunk. I told her I’d go and fetch us some more. I then knew that in this house although not structured as it is in reality, that the quickest way to the wine cellar was down the hall, and through the library (which also doesn’t exist).

i finally get  to the library, and when I enter I’m reminded that this is one of my favourite rooms. It was about 4m x 6m and contained wooded fitted shelves full with books, like old books with intricate bindings, and there were also two wooden desks separated by about 2 metres, each with those green bankers lights on. Only the bankers lights were lit in the room, giving it this nice warm glow and mellow feel. I noticed that between the desks but also closer to the furthest of the two, stood a holy looking man, dressed like a cardinal or pope. With the headdress, rosary, Schepter etc. I greeted him and he just acknowledged it with a very subtle nod, and a slight creasing in his lips. I then tried to start a conversation with him, and he was just acknowledging it in the same way. I began to get frustrated and moved closer to him, and persisted to talk to him more sternly yet still in a friendly way. I got about 3ft from him and he still wouldn’t answer me, and was just subtly laughing, in an old man way. 

His laughter then began to be more exaggerated and laboured, and it was very confusing. When I though ‘oh this guy is clearly just weird’ and went to walk away, I was totally paralysed, in every way, I couldn’t even move my eyes, or blink and my gaze was set, fixed on his face.

his laughter grew more and more intense, whilst simultaneously his face morphed - the whites of his eyes grew redder and redder, to the point where they were just a very deep black, like staring into an endless void, and then a piercing yellow spec could be found in the centre of eye, where his humanly pupil once was. His face grew pointier, his wrinkles faded and faded until his complexion was a flat matte, slightly grey, pastey covering - his smile didn’t grow that much, it was still subtle, yet I could still see his teeth getting sharper and sharper, multiplying, until  his small grin couldn’t contain all of these sharp black pointy teeth anymore and they spilled beyond his lips. Of course I’m already in total panic, but I’m also being made to focus on this demon. As his laughter grew, it was almost as if his laughter was connected to my heart. As his laughter grew, my heart would beat harder and faster, harder and faster to the point I though my heart can’t do this for much longer, and just when I though my heart was about to give in, he grabbed my arm, and we both descended as if we were in a lift of a 1000 floor building, and somebody had cut the cables. We just plummeted into this void and he was communicating to me without words that we were going to hell and there was no going back. I felt as we got closer to ‘hell’ my soul or essence was being pulled out of my body, and that it was irreversible, and I am in the most literal sense doomed. I was so hysterical I cried out for help, from anybody or anything, I then started to see figures beneath me that I was olummeting towards, I then heard agonising screams. I then saw a scene beneath me, still about 200 metres away of these demonic imp looking things basically ripping apart human beings, and I knew that was my ultimate destiny. When I truly had lost all hope, I screamed ‘what the hell have I done so bad to deserve this!?’ 

I looked at the demonic priest who was once gripping my arm and his face looked worried, as soon as I noticed this, I began to peel away from this situation, and felt the pillow against my face.  The duvet covering me and a dampness under my cheek. At first I didn’t think I was truly awake or out of the situation as I assumed imthe dampness was blood, but it wasn’t so it was probably tears. I also noticed that in the dream I had just awoken from, when my heart was beating fast it felt as if it was trying to escape my body, and it gave me a lot of pain. Even after I had woken the pain was still there, like the residual effect of it, as if my ribcage and lungs were bruised by it, I also felt very weak.

i have posted this dream in other places in the past but I have never got a response. So I hope somebody here has either had at least a similar dream, or will be able to tell me why I had it, and what it’s trying to tell me.

please note that when I told this to my friends or family, they usually asked me if I had watched ‘The Nun’ prior to the dream and the bun wasn’t actually out, nor was the trailer for me to have watched. I also had not watched any films or read anything that would have provoked this nightmare.

anothwr thing I think is important is another dream I had the next day which I will describe in another post called Part II.

thanks for reading