I'm still interested in helping people find a way to overcome these troubles. I have had these experiences myself and they can be truly terrifying - they spoil and obstruct LDs, which can be truly beautiful. LDs are simply everyone's birthright.
Instead of pursuing more theory or philosophy, I'd like to now offer an actual experience of defeating a demonic dream character. It took one and only one time. I am quite proud of it, and indeed I had a most unique serenity after waking from it. In sharing it I hope to show those of you who are troubled insight into handling your demons. I recounted it in another forum so I apologize if some of you have already seen it.
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While falling asleep, I found myself in a dream, at first very weary and lethargic. I stumbled, intending to ask important questions about dreaming. More lucid, I found myself standing next to a simple wooden chair, a table, and across the table sat a popular New Age author (actually, aren't they all?). He smiled his a-course-in-miracles-love-binds-the-universe-buy-my-book-to-be-happy smile, saying, "how can I help you?" Thinking this was my dream, and that he could be of some use to me, reflexively, I was about to sit down and ask a question.
Then I said, "No," getting up and turning away. I despised this author. This was why I was dreaming in first place. I wouldn't be here if I thought I could find answers in a book. "I'll ask the dream."
After a pause, I looked slightly upward, and asked the dream, "Why do I dream one dream and not another?" It was an abstract question and my mind gravitated to specify it. I naturally wondered why my dreams could be so difficult at times, even my lucid dreams, while at other times they have been so brilliant. I was prepared for anything.
The dream cleared with that lucid glow, while the walls around me changed. I was in a castle, perhaps, medieval wood furnishings and illumination by torch light. In front of me was an inviting circular staircase. As I walked upwards, I noticed a change in air, as if the castle was on a large mountain and I was ascending up through the clouds. It was daytime and light shone through a few windows, a green rolling horizon barely visible.
An older-looking man sat near a fireplace in a humble sort of chair, but plush with hay. I walked over to him and started to sit, waiting for him to say something. He would say something incisive, I hoped. Nothing. There was perhaps a little rumble; a low vibration moving the dream, as if from shaking the foundations of the castle, underground... What kind of answer is this, I thought.
"Are you listening?" he said.
Noticing I was momentarily distracted, I felt I missed a lesson.
"No. I am sorry. But I'm listening now."
Then the rumbling grew louder, gradually stronger, and closer, it focused behind me. I turned around and stepped back quickly. A short young woman in a black robe, with goth-ish hair and features, displaying a sinister animalistic being, approached the old man.
I waited to see what he would do. If he was any at all wise, he would defeat her in some clever way, and then we would get on with the lesson. She hissed scathingly, and he looked surprisingly frightened. Quickly, she began to eat him, horrifically! He didn't even have time to scream, her ingestion was so efficient. Then she turned towards me.
Although never afraid for my well-being, knowing it was a dream, I was still shocked. In truth I was afraid of something far worse - that of not learning something, or not being able to learn something, for this was really a genuine attempt for wisdom. And if I did not leave with something, I would be very sad.
Perhaps if I did not provoke her she would not attack. I waited.
Then she lunged at me. I flew back and up, and hurled a force wave upon her. She fell back to the floor. As she was getting up for another lunge, growling, I noticed her intense hunger. She was weak. Here she was, after devouring a man almost twice her size, and she was still starving. She even looked thinner than before, more impoverished and in more pain, like a ragged child of a homeless family.
Evil had such a sight of weakness.
Showing her blood curdling fangs, she lunged at me again with more force. But I raise my knee and reflected it back on her. I struck her devastatingly, my shin in her face, spinning her like a rag doll as she fell to the floor again, gasping.
Before she could get up again, I flew down and planted my feet on the floor. I grabbed her by the rims of her clothing, and flung her out far out the window, firmly and decisively. She arced upwards and then started descending quickly through the clouds. I flew after her, caught her, and sped her fiercely towards the ground faster than gravity alone would allow. I stopped, and like a bullet, she smashed through the rough terrain, pulverizing the soil, her body sunken deep into the Earth.
I landed on terra firma immediately thereafter, and awoke in my bed, completely serene. Every evil and every danger had such incredible weakness.
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