From: Richard.Silk@Juno.Com   
      
   Background:  I've been seriously striving to help "free" a person (online) who   
   has made some bad choices in his past, and consequently allowed a *very*   
   dangerous "spirit of duality" (what many Catholics would call a "demon" or   
   "devil") to corrupt his mind / spirit / soul, who insists his name is that of a   
   prince of darkness, and that "GOD" gave him that new name.   
      
   I've been encouraging (at times, perhaps taunting) him to reveal his name that   
   his parents gave him at birth, his "living, human, biological" name, if you   
   will, the one the government recognizes, etc.   
      
   This morning, I was up early (around 5:30) and he'd left a message asking if   
   I'd   
   care to play a game, a bet, wherein he'd give me 3 clues to guess his name, and   
   if I won, he'd tell me his name, but if I lost, I "must call" him by his   
   demonic   
   name.   
      
   I knew better (and know better) than to "make a deal with a devil," so I told   
   him I'd play but with no bets, the question being whether he was too afraid to   
   reveal his name freely.   
      
   Well, that was early this morning.  Having had a tad too little sleep last   
   night, I went to take a nap on the couch to "catch up" on the sleep deficit.   
   That's where these two ominous dreams occur:   
      
   In the first one, I (the dreamer) get up from the couch, go to open the front   
   door, and feel a cool breeze coming in, noting that the security door (a   
   see-through, wrought iron gate-like structure with glass rather than a screen   
   behind the iron) had been taken out, as if a burglar had tried to break in by   
   somehow removing that outer door from the frame.   
      
   I (the dreamer) shut the front door (a relatively thick, solid, wooden door)   
   and   
   feel the typical feel of how it shuts, as I lock it, thinking I'll need to get   
   that security door replaced and file a police report, in the event it would go   
   towards the home insurance deduction.  I (the dreamer) was *also* wondering if   
   Mom had heard it (as her room window is near the front door) then remembered   
   that she was dead (had passed from this dimension) and it would have to come   
   out   
   of my (the dreamer's) pocket to have the door repaired.   
      
   Dream ends.  Clarity 10!   
      
   Why?  Because I thought it had actually occurred!  It was only in returning to   
   partial waking consciousness that I realized I was still on the couch, and that   
   the event was only a dream (although it could've been some type of astral   
   warning / consequence of that earlier encounter with "evil" from earlier in the   
   morning.)   
      
      
   I actually *checked* the door in real life (IRL) just to be sure all was   
   intact!   
   (It is) ?????   
      
   In the second dream, ending shortly before 10:30 AM, the dreamer was dealing   
   with the following items:   
   1) a type of long, tubular sock, about 3' in length, made of a fuzzy, light tan   
   fabric (like crushed velour, possibly velvet) theoretically with a water-proof   
   inner lining, a sealed end at the bottom, and a draw-string top (to keep it   
   closed, say, when carrying)   
   2) two plastic baggies *full* of (human?) fecal matter, located within the tube   
   sock   
   3) a roll of toilet paper   
   4) a sort of bathroom sink located on a wall   
      
   The scene starts out with the dreamer noting that the sock contains the two   
   baggies.  It *may* have been that the dreamer put the baggies into the sock   
   (which I *think* occurred, it's just that *part* of the dream is somewhat   
   evaporated / fuzzy, so to speak.)   
      
   The dreamer lays the sock on the wooden floor of a bedroom (similar to the one   
   of my childhood) then notes that there is some dark, wet puddling on the floor,   
   as if the baggies had leaked, and as if the tube sock had leaked as well.   
      
   The dreamer lifts the tube sock and somehow places it to the side, so as to   
   clean up the puddles, realizing that placing the sock back on the floor would   
   likely cause more puddling, but the primary idea was to clean up the mess   
   already on the floor, as there were no overt signs of the tube sock actually   
   having any stains on it.   
      
   The dreamer has a roll of toilet paper in hand, with the idea of using the   
   paper   
   to wipe up the puddles, only the roll somehow came into contact with the   
   puddles, and of course, absorbed a *bit* of dirty dampness, so the dreamer   
   lifted the roll up so as to let it unravel, so as to get down to where the roll   
   was effectively clean again, with the intention of using the paper unraveled so   
   far (which only had spots of wetness, now that it was a long, continuous ribbon   
   of unrolled toilet paper) so as to wipe up the rest of the dirty pools on the   
   floor.   
      
   The next action, however, is the dreamer in the bathroom (similar in structure   
   to "the big bathroom" of the home of my childhood) except that the peculiar   
   sink   
   is on the wall where the light & fan switches are located.  The action appears   
   to be something like dumping the baggies full of excrement into the sink,   
   although the dream ends there, with clarity 9-ish, maybe 9-, and may well be a   
   7   
   (symbolic) having something to do with biological processes, *or* possibly just   
   a side effect of having had an interchange of text with that "devil" described   
   at the start of this post.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)