A Fight with the Devil

I ‘wake up’ lying on my bed with the covers pulled off. I am fighting for my life with an assailant who is unseen and unknown. It is actually not too dark to physically see my assailant: my room is lit orange from a street lamp and blue from my skylight. As I struggle and fight I can see that there is no-BODY there: It is as if the assailant is one and the same as my very own body.

The physical manifestation of the struggle though is very real: I am on my back with my knees and arms drawn up and fight desperately with a force that would pin me back down and make me submit. Time and time again I almost give in but just as my will would give way I discover hitherto unknown ‘backup’ resources of energy and fight.

At one point I wake up: the terrifying thing of this dream is that it is totally lucid and takes place in my own room exactly as it is and without the usual ‘dreamtime’ alterations. I realise (or think) that it is the Devil who I am fighting and that I must not and cannot shy away from this encounter. I order myself straight back to sleep so that I may pursue this encounter once more and prevail.

Later that same night I dream I am dragged from my bed and around on the floor, up the wall. This dream too is lucid but I know it to be only a dream whilst it is happening for the room in which it occurs is not my own.

Later the next day my flat mate tells me I have been screaming in my sleep.

Astral Flying

I find myself walking down a street and I realise instantly that I am dreaming. I decide to have fun and allow my pace to quicken: allow myself to fly.

I travel smoothly about six feet above ground level down the centre of the road; at first I feel scared, afraid I will loose control and go too fast or too high. Then I remember to trust and let my body surrender to the experience: fear is resistance to what is happening, resistance breeds more fear.

I let go and the experience becomes beautiful, exhilarating; I am consumed by a tremendous sense of wellbeing. I look around me at the road signs and try to ascertain where I am. I see a high street of the type of small to medium sized town that commonly gets swallowed by a larger neighbouring city.

I reach a steep windy hill leading out of the town. As I begin to climb I realize that it is steeper than I expected and a slight feeling of panic arises. I have the sense that I am heading out into the countryside but the hill is too steep for me and so I blackout.