Dreams are rudiments of the great state to come. We dream what is about to happen.
To dream of Satan, foretells that you will have some dangerous adventures, and you will be forced to use strategy to keep up honorable appearances. To dream that you kill him, foretells that you will desert wicked or immoral companions to live upon a higher plane. If he comes to you under the guise of literature, it should be heeded as a warning against promiscuous friendships, and especially flatterers. If he comes in the shape of wealth or power, you will fail to use your influence for harmony, or the elevation of others. If he takes the form of music, you are likely to go down before his wiles. If in the form of a fair woman, you will probably crush every kindly feeling you may have for the caresses of this moral monstrosity. To feel that you are trying to shield yourself from satan, denotes that you will endeavor to throw off the bondage of selfish pleasure, and seek to give others their best deserts. * See Devil.
I seen the devil in my dream I was trying to shield myself from him .but he came in front of me he tryed to tell me that he was both god and the devil . he told me that came in many forms .I didn't believe him ..he carried on to say things but didn't allow him in my head .I woke myself up .I say he but I felt he wasn't a he or a she .that's when I woke up
I'd like to say now that I am not a Christian. Nor am I any religion centered around a God or Gods. I'm open to the idea of ghosts and I believe there are spirits among nature. But I've never been far too religious. With that said, I'd also like to say this, this is the first lucid dream I've ever had in my life. I think it was, I knew what was happening and I was somewhat controlling what I was doing. I've been trying to lucid dream for years. New sleeping habits and exercises and precautions but it had never happened. So I gave up once the school year had started at least four months ago. SO the fact that it just happened out of the blue when I hadn't even been thinking about it startled me. So the dream started out with my mother and I, there was someone else there, but I couldn't tell you who. But I remember she went to the door and she came back with her eyes completely gouged out. She said there was a demon. And I didn't see her again. Dead, I knew that. So my mother and I just stood there, we were just hot with the fate that we were going to die now. I decided that I wasn't going to wait around, that I was going to get it over with while I could, if it had to happen. I went to a table and i wrote out a quick note to someone I hold very close to me. It didn't say nearly enough, but throughout the entire dream there was a sense of not having enough time, and being rushed. So I wrote down that sappy sentence, "I love you," and I approached the door. It was dark outside, and extremely creepy. I've always been triggered by visual horror, or any kind of horror. It really gets to me. So I peered over the half cut door and looked around for the demon, I saw nothing. So I opened the door and curled up in a fetal position. I didn't want to see it coming, I didn't want to see it happen. I didn't want it to happen at all, I wanted it to be over with. During that waiting period, I started to think of everything I was leaving behind. And then my mom came to me, from the other side of the door. She told me that there was a way to be saved, but it was too late. That I shouldn't have stepped outside the door. That I shouldn't have accepted the demon. I didn't know if this had any Christian values to it, so I began to say, "I'd rather not die in this dark, evil way, I'd rather do it quickly and not evil," I didn't know what to say, I felt stuck. It wasn't that I cared how unholy or not I was. I thought that's what I could say to get out of it. I was just a coward that really did not want to die. My mother looked behind me for a moment and said, "It's a little girl." I knew the demon was behind me. Soon, I was in my room, and my mother, alive and well, was on the other side of the door. All I wanted to do was crawl on the other side and be alive with her. I didn't want to look at the demon out of fear but I had decided I had to. It was my best friend. I didn't know if it was a disguise or if it was really her. I'd like it to be noted that my friend is religious, though in questioning, she believes in God. The demon spoke to me like my best friend, and I began feeling like it was really her. She went through drawings on my wall and even laughed playfully. She teased me. I suddenly became hyper aware that I was going to die. I became hyper aware of everything I was leaving behind. I pleaded with her not to kill me, that I had done nothing wrong. But she kept saying she had to do it. So I asked her if, before I died, I could write out one last note to that person I kept close. She agreed. I wrote it on a chalkboard, that same I Love You sentence. It was very difficult, the chalk was like putty and it kept breaking. The handwriting was preposterous. But as soon as I had finished the demon erased it all with her hands. I tried again and again but she just erased it. Eventually I just lied on my bed and pleaded and pleaded with her not to let me die yet, so soon. I can tell you now that, more than I knew that there are stars in the sky, i knew I was going to die. I really thought I was dying. And then I woke up. I looked around, questioning if what was around me was reality. It was my room, dark, with faint light seeping through curtains, And I was in my bed. I physically felt the relief drop onto me. That I still had time. That I was still here. That I could see my family and everyone I loved and celebrate another Christmas in two days. That I could still hug and talk to that one person, and not say goodbye yet. But that dreams intensity still hangs over me. I have no idea if it means anything. And the thought of death is not as soft as it used to be.