Ok, many years ago, (12 to be exact), I was sleeping and I had this following dream:
I was in a grey concrete chamber like room. No windows, just a door.
The door opened, and a monk (or something like it) entered, and stated he was going to escort me to the master. I went in to a great huge hall with candles and an organ. Death himself was seated on a throne. Death approached me, and grabbed my wrist. He went to pull back the hood of his cloak...and I swear that I could not see (or remember anything).I do remember running, and I ran all the way outside, but the monk from before was there, and he stabbed me in the chest with a Chisel.
When I awoke, I was literally paralyzed, freezing cold, scared and could not sleep. I could smell a rotten like smell, like..um a dead animal or such. That was the same smell in the chamber in my dream.
Odd thing is, I have had several smaller dreams of incidents like that, but that was the first and most major.
Since that dream, that was when my life went DRASTICALLY downhill.
The same week, I was kicked out and banned of my local church. I hadn't even done anything..and since that dream, I have been more "repelling" to women. (see my Undatable thread). It's funny how SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO many things have changed, since that first dream...
I just thought I'd share that. Any comments?
"I no longer fear hell, but have grown accustomed to it."