One question...did the nightmare include the devil? I had one around that age. I don't remember the circumstance, but it has stuck with me and I'm later 50's. It's like it was yesterday.
One question...did the nightmare include the devil? I had one around that age. I don't remember the circumstance, but it has stuck with me and I'm later 50's. It's like it was yesterday.
You have struck a chord! I dreamed I was falling into pitch black nothingness, what I might now describe as the bottomless pit. I could not stop myself falling and it was utterly terrifying.
But I did reach the bottom. There was a snake or serpent there.
I would say that was the devil now. I don't remember telling anybody about it but it only came back to me when I realised how bad vaccines were. Like you the nightmare is as it were yesterday, yet the fear is gone, only the memory left, etched on my mind. I am now 63.
The fear is only gone for me because I know that I am not at risk from it. God's got me - thankfully. I will say that mine was the actual physical manifestation of that entity standing over my baby bed (was about 4-5, but my parents couldn't afford a bigger bed until the following year). I actually screamed for my mother and it didn't disappear - physically didn't disappear. Only when my father got my mother to come see about me (probably 15 feet from their bedroom) did it go. I also, however, remember the local Monseigneur blessing the house not long after and everything stopping. Vivid was an understatement.
One question...did the nightmare include the devil? I had one around that age. I don't remember the circumstance, but it has stuck with me and I'm later 50's. It's like it was yesterday.
You have struck a chord! I dreamed I was falling into pitch black nothingness, what I might now describe as the bottomless pit. I could not stop myself falling and it was utterly terrifying.
But I did reach the bottom. There was a snake or serpent there.
I would say that was the devil now. I don't remember telling anybody about it but it only came back to me when I realised how bad vaccines were. Like you the nightmare is as it were yesterday, yet the fear is gone, only the memory left, etched on my mind. I am now 63.
That falling thing would have freaked me out even today.
The fear is only gone for me because I know that I am not at risk from it. God's got me - thankfully. I will say that mine was the actual physical manifestation of that entity standing over my baby bed (was about 4-5, but my parents couldn't afford a bigger bed until the following year). I actually screamed for my mother and it didn't disappear - physically didn't disappear. Only when my father got my mother to come see about me (probably 15 feet from their bedroom) did it go. I also, however, remember the local Monseigneur blessing the house not long after and everything stopping. Vivid was an understatement.