Another Nightmare & Unexpected Company
"Lilith, I know every part of your body and your every thought. Even you realize that you belong to me."
I guess that I was in the exact medieval looking room that I was in my previous dream. Why do I keep on having these horrible dreams? The more I dream, the more I'm giving in to this demon and that's the last thing I want to happen. I was tied on that very large bed with my arms and legs tied to the posts with some old rusted looking chains; I could barely move my arms and the more I tried, the tighter they became. I've got the same underwear on that I had when I had this nightmare and even my corset is ripped the same. It is like the dream is just continuing from were I woke up. The demon was standing next to me with his eyes penetrating every inch of my body and I whimpered to him, "Please...who are you? W-what do you want from m-me?"
I started shivering out of fear for this evil creature. The demon lowered himself onto the bed, took one of his razor sharp nails and gently tore thru a few layers of skin on my breast, enough to draw blood. "Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed and tears started falling again. I was so scared I couldn't even say a word. He lowered his face to my broken skin and started to slowly lick and suck the blood, while keeping his eyes locked onto mine.
In his deep voice he spoke to me again, "Who do you belong to?"
I had no more fight left. This demon was going to torture me and humiliate me every night until I give in to his will. Part of my body wanted to give into him and his power, but the other part wanted to kick, scream and run away. Tears were streaming down my face again.
"I-I belong to you."
The demon laughed victorious and pulled me possessively up against his body, causing the chains to pull my limbs, "Don't ever try to run away from me, everything about you is mine, don't ever try to keep your beautiful body and mind away from me!"
I woke with the same fearful scream and my whole body was covered in sweat. Strangely when I looked at my body, my t-shirt was gone and I was sleeping in my underwear only. I jumped up quickly and grabbed clothing to cover my body.
"Another nightmare again? Why do I keep having these dreams?" It was only midnight and I was afraid to go to sleep again. I didn't understand what was happening to me. Every time I dream it is about this demon trying to possess every part of me and the dreams were getting worse. This time he was drinking my blood. 'Why??' I wanted to clear my head, so I decided to go to a place where everything is peaceful. 'What the hell does that demon want from me?'
I couldn't take it anymore. Every time I closed my eyes this nightmare began. That's all I've been dreaming about the last few weeks. I had no one to talk to, to ask for advice and I didn't want to go to a psychologist; people would find out and think I'm crazy. I decided to search on the web for a meaning, but the only information I got was that I'm afraid and have unsettled business in my life. They say demons aren't real and that demons are just a metaphor in dreams. Other websites claimed that it could be an incubus trying to take advantage of my body, but I have no physical bruises. There is a lot of shit on the internet these days, I don't know if I can believe anything I find.
This situation made me think back to the letter my father left me. Maybe he was waring me about something or... someone. In that letter it sounded like they sold their soul to the devil or something... that would be one crazy story! Whatever this demon wants from me...I have to get rid of him.
After reading thru a woman's story on this website I realized her story reminded me of something that happened when I was little. I remember when I was still a child I heard my mom and dad argue one night. One of my mom's friends had the strangest dreams that demons were taking her to hell and my mom got really paranoid. She started saying that demons were everywhere and my dad thought she was going insane. He tried to convince her otherwise. I remember my father say something about demons and that they would never harm them because they helped us, but I don't know what he meant by that. She started buying religious books and praying every time she thought she saw a demon. Just before my father passed away he tried to get her to go to counseling, but she refused and said that she wasn't insane and that the demons are coming back.
Maybe my mom wasn't paranoid, maybe she was right. I never believed in demons and only a little in ghosts, but after these dreams I'm afraid that every little story or myth is true.
