EmmaRea
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Okay. Let me preface this by saying we have a dog, Emma (hence the username!) that is a bit strange in that she doesn't bark, howl, growl, anything. She rarely makes noise. She grunts and moans occasionally, but not "normal" dog sounds like barking.
That, and, hubby and I sleep with a Bible under our pillows because I have a nightmare about a demon in some form at least once a week. One time, I dreamt my little sister's body was taken over by the Devil himself, and the only way I could keep the Devil from killing and eating us all was to feed him deer carcasses, and then his appetite escalated and I killed a prostitute for him to feed on. Using my younger sister's form. I still remember the chunks of bloody flesh gleaming in his (her) teeth. Truly terrifying dreams like that.
Now, this happened back in October. My grandfather is in a home with Alzheimer's and is rapidly going downhill, so hubby and I had an ultrasound and took him the video. Grandpa lives several hours away, across a mountain road. We stayed too late (always do) and ended up driving over that mountain road late at night, when the road is deserted. After I'd been driving for a few hours, it started to rain very hard; hard enough I had to slow way, way down to see to drive. DH and I were talking normally, when we rounded a bend in the road. As we curved, the high beams fell across a woman standing in the ditch on DH's side of the car. There was no driveway, no car parked anywhere. She seemed oblivious to us, just standing there on the side of the road. In the cold, pouring down rain. I was immediately terrified, scared speechless. She had glasses and curly, mousy brown hair. She wore pink jean shorts and a white cotton t-shirt that was NOT wet. She just stood in the ditch, staring with mouth agape across the roadway.
My husband didn't see her at all, although she was plainly there.
That night, we arrived home and went to bed as normal. I had a nightmare that DH, Emma, and I were being held captive on our bed by a demon who was prowling menacingly around the edges of the bed, threatening to kill and devour the three of us (particularly Emma) as soon as we left the safety of the bed. The only thing keeping the demon at bay was me, chanting "We are protected by God, who loves us! We are protected by God, who loves us!" The chanting is another common thread in my demon nightmares. I chant, and I live. I'm silenced, and I die.
I woke up chanting those words, "We are protected by God, who loves us!" Shaken as I normally am after these nightmares, I lay down in bed next to my peacefully sleeping husband, listening to Emma's soft breathing at the foot of the bed, trying to get back to sleep. All of a sudden, out of flat out nowhere, Emma sits bolt upright at the foot of the bed, tips her head back and *howls* one long, low, mournful note, and flops back down, completely unconscious.
At that point, I freaked the hell out and grabbed her and woke up my husband, who was totally confused. We slept, the three of us, curled up together at the head of the bed clutching the Bible for the rest of the night.
Just last night, I had several dreams about my cats that I have lost since becoming pregnant. I started this pregnancy with five cats. I now have two left, the other three having died somehow. I don't know how, but they've just gone without a trace. It started with my favorite, a little black male I'd raised from the bottle. The day after I got my BFP, he vanished. Never to be seen again, except in my dreams. I have dreams of him often. Then, the day before Thanksgiving, the very first pet DH and I ever got together, a female called Phoebe, disappeared as well. She held a special place in my heart because she was our first and was born on the day we started dating. She wasn't a nice cat, but I loved her and she loved me and that's all that mattered. She is gone now, too, and popped back up in my dreams last night. Last night, I dreamt of finding their bodies frozen under the snow, curled up asleep. Gone for months, but still perfectly preserved so I could pet them and bury them properly. While this dream wasn't as distressing as the others, I woke up from the dream sad because I never got to say goodbye to them, and tell them that I really do love them. As it was about 3am, when I normally wake to use the restroom anyway, I lay there for a minute trying to wake up enough to make my way to the bathroom. I had my eyes closed at the moment, when I heard the howling start. One long, low, mournful note, just like before. But this time, when I opened my eyes, the howling was still happening, and Emma was still totally asleep beside my husband. The howling was coming from her, but it wasn't. She was obviously asleep.
I just hopped out of bed and flipped on the light in the attached bathroom, used the potty, and went back to sleep with the lights on. Nowadays, not even disembodied howling puts me off sleeping...
That, and, hubby and I sleep with a Bible under our pillows because I have a nightmare about a demon in some form at least once a week. One time, I dreamt my little sister's body was taken over by the Devil himself, and the only way I could keep the Devil from killing and eating us all was to feed him deer carcasses, and then his appetite escalated and I killed a prostitute for him to feed on. Using my younger sister's form. I still remember the chunks of bloody flesh gleaming in his (her) teeth. Truly terrifying dreams like that.
Now, this happened back in October. My grandfather is in a home with Alzheimer's and is rapidly going downhill, so hubby and I had an ultrasound and took him the video. Grandpa lives several hours away, across a mountain road. We stayed too late (always do) and ended up driving over that mountain road late at night, when the road is deserted. After I'd been driving for a few hours, it started to rain very hard; hard enough I had to slow way, way down to see to drive. DH and I were talking normally, when we rounded a bend in the road. As we curved, the high beams fell across a woman standing in the ditch on DH's side of the car. There was no driveway, no car parked anywhere. She seemed oblivious to us, just standing there on the side of the road. In the cold, pouring down rain. I was immediately terrified, scared speechless. She had glasses and curly, mousy brown hair. She wore pink jean shorts and a white cotton t-shirt that was NOT wet. She just stood in the ditch, staring with mouth agape across the roadway.
My husband didn't see her at all, although she was plainly there.
That night, we arrived home and went to bed as normal. I had a nightmare that DH, Emma, and I were being held captive on our bed by a demon who was prowling menacingly around the edges of the bed, threatening to kill and devour the three of us (particularly Emma) as soon as we left the safety of the bed. The only thing keeping the demon at bay was me, chanting "We are protected by God, who loves us! We are protected by God, who loves us!" The chanting is another common thread in my demon nightmares. I chant, and I live. I'm silenced, and I die.
I woke up chanting those words, "We are protected by God, who loves us!" Shaken as I normally am after these nightmares, I lay down in bed next to my peacefully sleeping husband, listening to Emma's soft breathing at the foot of the bed, trying to get back to sleep. All of a sudden, out of flat out nowhere, Emma sits bolt upright at the foot of the bed, tips her head back and *howls* one long, low, mournful note, and flops back down, completely unconscious.
At that point, I freaked the hell out and grabbed her and woke up my husband, who was totally confused. We slept, the three of us, curled up together at the head of the bed clutching the Bible for the rest of the night.
Just last night, I had several dreams about my cats that I have lost since becoming pregnant. I started this pregnancy with five cats. I now have two left, the other three having died somehow. I don't know how, but they've just gone without a trace. It started with my favorite, a little black male I'd raised from the bottle. The day after I got my BFP, he vanished. Never to be seen again, except in my dreams. I have dreams of him often. Then, the day before Thanksgiving, the very first pet DH and I ever got together, a female called Phoebe, disappeared as well. She held a special place in my heart because she was our first and was born on the day we started dating. She wasn't a nice cat, but I loved her and she loved me and that's all that mattered. She is gone now, too, and popped back up in my dreams last night. Last night, I dreamt of finding their bodies frozen under the snow, curled up asleep. Gone for months, but still perfectly preserved so I could pet them and bury them properly. While this dream wasn't as distressing as the others, I woke up from the dream sad because I never got to say goodbye to them, and tell them that I really do love them. As it was about 3am, when I normally wake to use the restroom anyway, I lay there for a minute trying to wake up enough to make my way to the bathroom. I had my eyes closed at the moment, when I heard the howling start. One long, low, mournful note, just like before. But this time, when I opened my eyes, the howling was still happening, and Emma was still totally asleep beside my husband. The howling was coming from her, but it wasn't. She was obviously asleep.
I just hopped out of bed and flipped on the light in the attached bathroom, used the potty, and went back to sleep with the lights on. Nowadays, not even disembodied howling puts me off sleeping...
