Nightmares..Try Not To Feed The Monsters

Doesn't matter when I sleep, the nightmares strike, however they do their best at nighttime. I was resting earlier and the dream became vivid, as real as any dream can get. Even though it seemed real to me, I still knew it was a dream instinctively. I was having a wonderful conversation with one of my friends and he was called away to answer a phone call. Now obviously there was much more to this dream, but I'm getting to the point. My friend runs a trucking company, I was asking him about it, he left. I started rummaging around in the cabin of a truck I was supposedly learning to drive. I found my satchel, bag, whatever you call it and I noticed a child walk up behind me. He asked me if I had put "it" away. Instinctively I knew what this creature was and what I needed to do. I tried to keep one eye on it and search my bag for my cross.
All I found was an iron nail that was slightly bent in an "L" shape. Close enough! Right? I turned and laid this makeshift cross upon the child's right hand. His response was that of someone who is bored with playing a game. It said, "Oh, how tiresome you've become." It proceeded to melt the iron nail in my hand. Fortunately I was wearing leather work gloves and the heat didn't get too bad. The tip of the nail melted, as it was doing so, I quickly worked the melted iron into more of a cross shape. This seemed to have no effect on the creature, but my prayers did. It merely vanished into the dark. I woke up feeling more curious than I had ever been. Usually these evil entities just curse, use foul language, play chase, or have one word for me. This thing seemed more interested in conversation! Still, I wasn't about to give it the time of day, it's best not to talk with evil because it is all lies, or half-truths and trickery.

Why is this important? I've been dealing with these things since I was a young boy. My first real encounter was when I was about eight. I knew after that these things would never leave me alone. I was marked as a target, a plaything, a distraction. Off and on, never knowing when they'll strike, they come into my dreams. It's a lot easier to enter a dream than to manifest as a spirit or dark entity. They do this to draw out the Angels, I think. To pull them away from grace and do guerrilla warfare tactics. Hit and run. I've only recently become strong enough in my sleep to fend for myself. I'm getting bored with it, frankly. There have been fewer attacks since I turned on the last two and beat them up. The terrified look on their faces was very empowering for me. Still, they haven't given up, meaning I must be important enough for them to bother with. One came after my wife two nights ago, fortunately I was awake and helped her when she cried out.

We know we have become targets for evil, it pretty obvious. Fighting it, for me, has become easier. My wife isn't quite there yet. Oh, she'll kick butt if necessary, but she uses restraint even in her dreams. This one just caught her unaware. She allowed herself to get too tired physically and spiritually. That's when these things attack. Another reason I rest frequently. I'm used to the abuse, but she isn't. So we say our prayers when we go to bed and give thanks upon waking. Still, it feels as though there's more to these nighttime games. Can't say I'm winning, but I can say that I'm not as afraid as I used to get. Knowing I can stand toe to toe with these monstrosities and still wake up is real boon.

If these are happening to me/us, how many other people out there are being abused or attacked in their sleep around the world? I've experienced all manner of dreams, but the evil entities that enter my dreams once in a while make the dream very different. A normal dream is pleasant in nature and you wake up feeling refreshed for the day. A nightmare is often chaotic in nature, like a puzzle with parts from other puzzles that you're trying to make fit together. An evil entity nightmare is when you know you're no longer alone in your head. When they show you horrible things and say and do horrible things. They'll often chase you as a dark phantasm, a gaseous humanoid form that is clouded in black. I fought one and kicked its ass! The look on its face was absolutely priceless. A real Kodak moment, after that I just haven't been as afraid. I wish I could share that one moment with everyone else who suffers from these things, to give them hope. To give them what took me a long time to do, a chance at turning the tables. I no longer run, I don't play around, I stand my ground against them. I'm hoping this will help you as well, because I can't be the only one.

Much love and light,
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