LillaWhat's Your Worst Nightmare?
October 14th 2006 21:33
Nightmares... Brr, they leave you cold
You wake in a sweat and wonder where the hell you are. Your body heaves with quickened breath and racing heart, your mind reeling from the revulsion of the images still pounding in your temples....
It was horrible, oh God, it was so sick.
You, like millions around the world, have just had another nightmare.
But why do we have them?
What possible purpose do they serve?
I am by no means a dream expert, but I have a knack for this type of thing and a few years of research into dreams under my belt, and, above all, am curous, because the more I find out about your nightmares, the more I can recognise my own.
I'm willing to give it a whorl if you are, tell me -
What is your worst Nightmare?
You wake in a sweat and wonder where the hell you are. Your body heaves with quickened breath and racing heart, your mind reeling from the revulsion of the images still pounding in your temples....
It was horrible, oh God, it was so sick.
You, like millions around the world, have just had another nightmare.
But why do we have them?
What possible purpose do they serve?
I am by no means a dream expert, but I have a knack for this type of thing and a few years of research into dreams under my belt, and, above all, am curous, because the more I find out about your nightmares, the more I can recognise my own.
I'm willing to give it a whorl if you are, tell me -
What is your worst Nightmare?
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Comment by Homer Joyce
By far and without a doubt my worst nightmare was having Satan straddling my chest trying to strangle me. He not only had control over my limbs rendering them useless, he also had control over my voice. I was not even able to cry out for help, regardless of how hard I tried. He had no distinct features, just a recognisable form; I knew it was him. (I can’t recall him saying much except “You’re mine” or words to that effect, with a certain arrogant confidence. This struggle went on interminably … not to the despair stage of it never ending, but to the ‘how long is this going to go on for?’ stage. And I wasn’t anywhere else in the nightmare. I was in the same bed that I was sleeping in at the time.
The fact that I was sleeping in a foldup bed at a Catholic Church in a room only metres from the tabernacle might have played some part in triggering this nightmare. I never invited another hooker around when the priest was away ever again. And the next night I placed a relic of St John Vianney under my pillow, and did my best impersonation of a fire-fighter when I sprinkled the bed with Holy Water.
As bad as this nightmare was, I’ve had worse experiences awake.
H
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They say that the biggest, scariest monster we face in our sleep is usually the scariest one we have been told about as a child. Your location and circumstances would certainly account for that as you explain it. The Devil in this dream simply represents the fear you have of fear itself, to some degree, but notwithstanding a representational projection of being scared of loosing your voice, or of ‘your truth,’ not being heard. I do not want to go too far into your upbringing, but if it has been strictly religious, it does explain this ultimate fear of … Damnation of your soul, and the ability to ever speak again as a worthy human being.
Being strangled in any dream is a common symbol and represents a strong need for us to get a grip on ourselves. Either way strangulation represents a violent act of suppression. On an emotional level dreams of being strangled suggest that we stop ourselves from acting appropriately sometimes through fear.
A Satyr or Devil/Satan in a dream represents our lowest link with nature – again your circumstances suggest a conscience issue invoking this nightmare. In either form it highlights a conflict between higher ideals and the lesser self. This figure represents the wilder, pagan sides of our nature. Once this symbol understood properly and confronted it looses all its potency.
The parts of the body we dream about are important. To dream of the chest or heart chakra area signifies wisdom – feeling wisdom rather than intellectual wisdom. It is also a significator of compassion, understand and love. As you explain it, your situation may have been compromising these things.
In stepping back and re-reading your dream, I do not feel that death or dying is your greatest fear in life. Your dream reflects more a fear of an ability to speak out and express yourself. “This struggle went on interminably … not to the despair stage of it never ending, but to the ‘how long is this going to go on for?’ stage.”
If you have been suppressed from speaking your truth during childhood, then a blue stone worn around the throat chakra will help you find your voice again.
You can add a druid protection pouch to your collection if you want earth protection as well as St John Vianney's, although it sounds like he's with you anyway. However, for curiosities sake I'll add that, you take a small pouch and put a pinch of earth and a pinch of salt into it. Pull it tight and say, “salt of salt, earth of earth, ground me now from this pouch.” Repeat this 5 times whilst stamping on the ground with each word. Then place the pouch inside your pillow cover. Be careful not to wash it next time you change the bed, or you have to start all over again, and the neighbours may wonder why you've been stamping about so.
I would love to know at what stage you woke up, was there a slight shift in position (between you and the devil I mean), just before you did, can you remember?
I hope this helps you Homer, you are right about some waking ones being worse, I agree.
Lilla.
Comment by Homer Joyce
Firstly, thank you for spending so much time in analysing my nightmare and responding to it ...
To answer your question first … as far as I can remember there was no shift in positions … (and from where I stand on matters of faith … I doubt there ever will be …
You talk about my fear of speaking out … (I think that is a very valid point … because every time I have spoken out in life … it has caused irreparable damage …
And that is why I retreat into humour … (no-one every really knows what I’m thinking if I do that ..
And it rarely causes any offence …
H.
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I think you are so right and I agree on all of the above mechanisms mentioned.
Laughter lifts us from the quagmire of our own fears, phobias and foibles into the realm of the possible. Even if for a short moment we glimpse a brighter future where the light at the end of the tunnel, isn't a train.
I believe that you bring a true blessing upon yourself and everyone else, everytime you can make a person laugh, and lighten your own load a little each time.
blessings ...
L.
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What I meant about a shift in position was pertaining more to the actual moment you awoke. i.e. was it through the eventual realisation that you were loosing oxygen from being strangled, or was it because the devil had shifted his position on your chest in some way, as to allow you the opportunity to escape back to awakefullness ...?
L.
Comment by Wendi
My one repeating nightmare started when I was a very small girl. The dream finds me in miscellaneous places - on the couch watching t.v., in a grocery store, on a playground. Regardless of my location, a phone rings. I ALWAYS answer (you'd think I'd have learned to ignore it after the third dream, but no!). The voice on the other end says, "Wendi... it's Molly." The voice is slow, eary, and taunting.
I throw the phone down and try to run, but can't. It's like Fred Flinstone syndrome where my feet go through the motions, but due to slippery socks or flooring, the rest of me doesn't move - it's like running in place.
The dream always ends with an unseen force grabbing me by the hair and trying to pull me back. Then, I wake.
I don't have the dream as often in my adult life.
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I'm so behind in my blogging ... I have just responded in full to your comment on the Global change commentary about your garden, sorry I cut you off before.... as for this dream of yours, it sounds fascinating and I am really looking forward to interpreting it - tomorrow, after the party (explanantion on the other commentary).
Talk to you then, sorry for the delay.
Lilla.
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I even asked my mom if I had a twin that died at birth. She laughed at me and said no.
Past life, maybe?
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Thanks for your patience on this one.
Your nightmare is obviously one about communication. No doubt about that, but it's core is harder to reveal and develop. I believe it does indeed involve past life information that you must retreive. To be contacted in any dream by telephone signifys that there is vital subconscious information available to us that we do not already consciously know.
The clue in your dream lies in deciphering this Molly character. Other clues lie in you actually taking notes on the various locations you find yourself when the phone begins to ring. For my own part, I would recommend someone who can do a past life regression to see if you can uncover a former existance as Molly. In the meantime, because you are a reader yourself, I've delved a little deeper on this one.
Molly is a female. Can you tell me how old she sounded as it is very relevant.
The numerology of the name, MOLLY is 4 6 3 3 7=23 2 3=5 Interesting because 5 is ruled by mercury and deals with communication and often the spoken and written word. Five rules change (like quicksilver) and either the need for it, or too much of it. Perhaps there was tension around communicating something you felt you had done wrong ?
I pulled four cards for 'your,' MOLLY and the answer is interesting, because the feeling of being wrong was confirmed in the first two cards I pulled...
There is cloak and dagger skullduggery-type guilt, jealousy and a dark purpose about this combination of [seven-swords and nine-swords] suggests a curse from the past that has had to be lived out. A period of great torment either at the time of the dreams, or in a past life incarnation. Good news is, it's over.
The next two cards brightened and strongly suggested success by stepping back into your own wisdom, you will know exactly what this dream means and going through it. The counsel is again you not trying to work it out with the mind, but rather allow the body to feel its way through.
I feel the link to the past served through this dream as a reminder of what not to do in order to achieve the task properly this time. Something in the seven-swords always says to me that it is a task you would well be without (or rid off) but something which must be done. Evil working for good, that sort of thing. So look for the good in the bad and the bad in the good. Beware of jealousy and keep mum. the Seven-swords always calls for a need for tactful, circumspect speech.
Trying to run away from a monster or evil thing in a dream and not being able to, is a very common occurance - especially at the start of a new way of living. It is a symbol that appears in most anxiety dreams and reveals our fear of being unable to do something.
Putting it all together, it seems you are afraid you may not be able to complete your life mission. My guess is that you failed in the past due to unforseen circumstances. Because of your obvious interest in previously "taboo" subjects, I would say this dream points to you having been persecuted either as an "airy-fairy" by your parents in this life, or as a heretic or (perhaps witch), at some time over the past few hundred years. This would explain a loquaciousness at being free to talk, now. I had a similar trend early in life, but trained it through study at university. The six-wands indicates a successful graduation if you chose studying more as a way forward.
You say it's cleared up and you are exposing paranormal truth now. You have obviously overcome the problem as the epoch evolved into one of more tolerance for all forms of beliefs.
Welcome back
Love, light and laughter,
Lilla.
Comment by Wendi
And yes, "airy-fairy" is quite accurate for how my extended family views my perspective on life, particularly in childhood. I was even taken to the preacher at church for fear I was engaging in satanic ritual when I confided in my mother I was seeing spirits. I was thirteen. Oddly, the members of my family now come to me for readings or advice! *LOL*
My life number is a 5 as well.
I've always been interested in past life regression, but I put it off because I felt like my attentions should be put on this life.
Whatever my mission is here in this life, I'm positive it's connected to writing, animals, and the paranormal. I'm working on a historical fiction trilogy based on the journals of four generations of women, all connected by the Colorado river. I say working on it, but it's been sitting dormant for about five years, now, with an initial five years worth of research and writing invested. Then I felt I was "told" to put the project on hold because I wasn't developed enough in my own journey to write the next parts. I now feel I won't pick that project up again until I'm in my fifties. I believe it may be waiting for me to have grandchildren.
Growing up and extending into my late twenties, I wanted to be able to change/save the world with my writing. I felt I had profound truths to share, that I could inspire in a way similar to Thomas Paine who is credited with inspiring the nation (US) at the time of the Revolutionary war. He didn't write for the sake of fame or fortune, but because he knew his words would be influential in history. But lately, I've felt that's a silly dream and an arrogant ambition to think that I could have such "power".
I recently resigned all of my writing/editing positions. I packed up all my writing projects and put them away, and then slipped into a dark silence. It was the first time in my ENTIRE life I "quit" writing completely. This spun into a depression, of course, and a feeling of being "lost" or having no purpose.
A friend of mine saw the "slip" and grabbed me by the wrist (as a manner of speaking), pointing me here to Orble. I decided it would be a good way for me to get the pen moving again - and that I could stick to the subjects I enjoy most, the paranormal, without the pressures of "being a writer". But coming here and finding information like this, and kindered spirits, makes me think there's more to my being drawn here than just writing randomly about ouija boards and crystal skulls.
I can feel my egg-shell cracking. *grins*
By the way, if I didn't mention it to you before, I have fourteen animals here at home - all of them rescues. My friends call me "Dr. Dolittle" because I talk to the animals, and I've got several books here on animal magick. Your book about the birds caught my interest.
When we first moved into our Kentucky home two years ago August, there was a garden spider, also known as a "writing spider" living on the sliding glass door. She was HUGE. I made it off limits for anyone to use that door, meaning we all made personal sacrifice and walked "the long way" to the other side of our property. I named the spider Savannah. I spent many nights, particularly full moons, watching her take down and rebuild her perfect web, and I watched her make two "purses" of babies she affixed to the corners of the door. I have no doubt she knew me as much as I knew her. She died in December of that year due to the cold, and her egg purses were carried away either by wind or bird. I cried like I'd lost a child. My husband bought a sympathy card, which hung for more than a year next to the door where Savannah lived and died.
And though I'm aware I'm being long winded (and do apologize), I have this "hunch" that you'd dig the names of my animals, so I'll share:
Cleocatra - a cat long gone, but the first animal I "owned" as an adult. I didn't recognize animal magick or familiars at that time in my life.
Isis (she passed away several years ago, but was my first recognized "familiar") and the first pet, along with Pharaoh, that my kids were allowed to have. (Kids, I have bad news and good news. The bad news is, we're getting divorced. The good news is, we're allowed to have pets, now!)
Pharaoh (we lost him last December. He rests in our back yard. He was our first dog.)
With Isis and Pharaoh, I went to the local animal shelter and asked for a list of animals that would not live to the end of the day. Animals there past a certain amount of time were put to sleep. I already had their names (my animals always name themselves before I get them, that's how I know a new one is on the way), so I went cage to cage asking, "Are you Isis? Are you Pharaoh". They answered, so I brought them home.
Sirius - dog,
Odin - Dog
Honey - (My son's dog, my son named her)
Beltane (Bella for short, the youngest of the dogs)
and then the cats:
Egypt
Echo
Garnet
Topaz
Opal
Peridot
Mystic Sterling (Mystic for short)
Sage Treasures (Sage for short)
Two birds: Ostara and Yule, parakeets purchased by a friend who realized she wasn't prepared to handle them and couldn't find a home for them. They live here, now.
When I look at pictures from my youth, I'm holding or petting an animal in almost every picture.
We have lots of critters here on our property now, and I make it a joy to feed them in the winter, though I allow nature to work her own magick in the other seasons. We take pictures of the animals, name them, thank them for their message, then send them on their way. We always look up the meaning of any critters wandering across our path.
Here's a good one - about two weeks ago my fourteen year old approached me at my desk to tell me he had a huge frog on his pillow blinking at him. I thought he was pulling my leg - the kid IS a prankster. He insisted, though, so I finally got up and peeked through his bedroom door. Sure enough, there was a huge frog in the middle of his pillow just blinking at me. He allowed my son to catch him with no struggle, and we put him outside in the berry patch. We have no idea how the frog found its way into the house. My son read Frog's message from the animal magick books and it was extremely appropriate for his situation.
I've strayed from the subject of dreams - my apologies.
Thank you so much for the time you've invested into exploring my dreams and my strange relationship with "molly". I really appreciate the energy.
Bright Blessings,
W
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I'm thrilled that you found the interpretation valuable, I love the name of your cats. I'm a cat person and have two at the moment as I'm back on a suburban block ... choke .... gasp ... wheeze. I think I'm a late bloomin' claustraphobic(/) Just recently came of a property up on the snowline in SE NSW and I miss it - and the dog and the goat and the horse and the rest. I envy you your lovely open spaces and hope you continue to enjoy as much as you obviously do...
I'm glad the nightmare stopped too.
Lilla...
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'd like to wish all my readers a
HAPPY HALLOWEEN
Do come back with your nightmares ....
Lilla....
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Flashes of memories
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Flashes of memories
Sorry, I had to come back to this one. I wrote a long spiel before and posted it without thinking and then could not figure out how to delete it.
You have already interpreted two of my nightmares....I was wondering about nightmares becoming daymares. I had a dream when I was a kid of walking down a dark coridoor in a familiar house. It was a house I was not keen on staying in, in real life but a few times I was forced to.
In my dream I would be walking down a long, dark coridoor in this house when suddenly the face of the man of the house (who had died a few years earlier) would appear. It was just his face and it would be above me, floating just below the celingl His long white hair would be billowing behind him, as if he were standing in front of a fan and he would be laughing. His eyes were totally black.
I had this dream on and off when I was a kid, then nothing for years to come. A few years ago I started having this dream aagin, yet more intense, I would wake in a sweat. It then became so bad that I was having this dream flash in front of my eyes during the day. I was in councelling at the time (they call us loopy....hhhhhmmmmmmm!!!!!! talk about look in the mirror buddy!). Then all of a sudden they stopped agaih. I havent had one since. They lay dormant for so many years, I was wondering why? And why do they become daymares?
Cheers Ash
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Haven't forgotten you... I am processing your request... its personal for me and slow going... becuase I have a similar experience and I need some very quiet time to sit with it to put it into words...
I have people coming and going left right and centre and am not getting the quiet time I need... this one may have to wait until things quiet down... I will get back to you...
See you at the party...
Lilla....
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Flashes of memories
I appreciate it - take your time, no rush...enjoy the madness of the season as it will soon be over and then back to the real world again for another year "p
Thanks again
Ash
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Hi Ash,
Finally made it... phew! I've had a great break and feel good for it. Thanks for your patience...
Now then, let's take a look at this 'disturbance in the force..' As I said it's personal as I have an almost identical situation ... mine involved many faces, all lurching for me and I was also under counselling at the time and finally erradicated the problem with hypnotherapy...
...what really happend?
Well it's taken many years to work through it and I'm sharing these years of research here with you...bear with me, it's jumbled because it has to cross the life/death barrier and as you realise, that is private business, we are not meant to understand all of it for reasons of protection for our souls...and because I don't want to colour your interpretation with my own experiences... so here's what i've got so far...
*lighting Insence*
Om... AAAaaa... EEEeee...
...as a nightmare, you are trying to reach a part of yourself here that has been locked away [from a previous lifetime] ... something carried into this one... so locked away that the nightmare becomes a daymare ; entities from the other side are released and past life situations/fears encroach into this reality…
To have a nightmare become a daymare involving faces, often signifies strongly to a direct ghostly visitation from in between worlds [lower realms]. The house you were in was haunted no doubts in my mind here … digging deeper now... you were in counselling for a reason... the timing was right... it acted as a buffer to protect you and your angels probably guided you there…
esoteric background on 'face-off' daymares...usually for 'young' souls.
... often if we have, or have been abused; or abused a position of power in a previous lifetime, some create(d) very harsh difficult circumstances in the early stages of this one. Of course guilts are often locked away. Enlightened [whilst on the other side], we return to be able to help those earthbound ‘abused’ souls, ‘move on’ – to forgive, forget, to ascend… or to work it out ourselves and live the life we were robbed of living...
Some of the faces of those that were abused are seeking their revenge (or have forgiven) but they appear in daymares and nightmares.... faces, unattached faces usually ... the interesting thing is that they are often the earthbound entities that cause(d) us [or others] to become dark in that previous lifetime in the first place… forcing us to do wrong trying to re-attach again ... or those we abused, sometimes those we may have murdered; sometimes merely betrayed.
Very often those 'demons' we all speak of in this life ... the ones on our backs, who make us smoke, drink, debauch, letch, whatever ...darkness ... you were fighting for your life Ash either way – abuse-ee or abuser - on both levels and the visions of the past life merged with this one ... a huge lurch forward in forgiveness – as the abused or healer - whether it be you or them... not again... lower entities conquered... your higher spiritual self regained.. forgiveness achieved, all moved on to higher levels of love, peace, awareness.
The thing to work out is were you just an innocent by passer, and psychic sensitive, or not. After years of meditation and research, I tend to think not… not on higher levels of awareness anyway, because a psychic sensitive comes to do that kind of work in service and that is very possibly where you are headed in life … to unlock this stuff takes work on many levels and dimensions, conscious and unconscious and finally a visitation from perhaps one of the souls involved... like electric shock - back at us… to awaken... us… :: to renew... us. What must be overcome is the fear.
Now I'll look at the dream symbols for added clues to the nightmare itself [use them to unlock the daymare too] -
On the spiritual level the corridor/passage is always a sign of transitions between different states of being.
On the physical Freudian level? … well you guess it.. passages within the body... which if you hang in with Freud for a mo. Because you are looking for clues here - can well be that the man was involved in a rape of some kind from a previous life, or you were threatened with one in this life as karma for a past life?
Hence the trauma around unlocking this time in your life and need for counselling ... other issues resurface from past issues… to the core of all issues … entities prevailing…especially as a child.
Hair in dreams is always a signification of strength and virility [did the man have his stolen by a murderer], the colour white indicates innocence [did he steal yours ], or come to warn you that it was stolen?
To dream of the eye is to deal with observation and discrimination – enlightenment and wisdom [dealing with the problem makes us stronger], to see them black – is the colour of manifestation, judgement and negativity, [was a judgement made against you for past actions?].
Laughter is a good symbol in dreams, but if it was mocking laughter of course it has a more sinister connotation. However to be laughed at reveals a fear of ridicule – especially when we have done something that we feel is not appropriate – again a fear of being found out for a past life misdemeanour?
You are not at the mercy of the gods here Ash, you are intrinsic in this saga and must push through the guts of it in order to overcome it. You should not try to ‘kill it’ because you still risk hurting the wise one within, and still need the challenge of the negative in this life to further continue...
Like my own experience, I hope that you have already overcome and conquered whatever it is you had done, or had done to you and are now free to move on. It is a matter of contacting higher energies and working on profound trust, clearing, and positive affirmation to release old debt and ties – forgiveness of self, as much as for other’s trespasses.
Hard work and if I were you I would seek out someone who does past life work and someone who can put you in touch with your guide – forget the psychoanalysis – although that is also helpful, but not, in my opinion, enough for a complete picture.
If they he comes again Ash, look at your life and what you may be repeating and also look for a new outcome in the dream/daymare... try to communicate with this laughing spectre.
I hope this helps you untwist it a little Ash…
Lilla…