Ok so a friend of mine, kind of got into the Satanic religion. And his take of it was that being a satinist was the way to go, and that christianity is the bad religion. Now i dont want to hear how the devil manipulates, lies, yada yada i know. He made his own choice and well i would like to hear your guys thoughts on this story he told me. And yes he got into doing the dangerous stuff, talking to demons, ouija board, opening chakras, the kindalin, etc. But all that stuff aside, heres the story. the i's are refering to him.. For you who think that dreams dont mean anything, then skip the dream part.

So i was laying in bed. And fell into this crazy dream. The dream was of me sitting in a room, a white one, similer to an office room. And i was sitting on a chair at a table in the middle of the room. There was a window facing me, and a door behind me, that was all. Now there was someone sitting across from me, and i had no idea who he was. But for some reason i felt like i knew this person, and trusted him. So we were talking and i just couldnt get my finger on who he was, he looked familier, sounded familier but i just didnt know who he was. Time past and and i asked him why he is here. He said that he has been trying to destroy the world for some time but has been getting stopped many times. I asked him who stopped him, and he looked at me, then said you have been stopping me. This startled me, and i asked him how i have been stopping him. He said that behind the door behind me is a switch, and all you have to do is pull it. I didnt really think anything of this. He then got up and walked over to the window and i fallowed him. we were looking out at the city landscape, i turned to him and asked why he told me those things, and i finally realized who i was talking to at this time. It was me. The projection of me looked towards me and said, because its time, and raised his arms and started saying some chant under his breath. His eyes turned pitch black. i looked out the window, and see the horizon get bright, and buildings start to lift off the ground. This scared me and i was like, hey the switch, all i have to do it pull the switch. So i started heading toward the door, and as i reached for the handle (i see my arm extending) i hear him say NO NOT THIS TIME! and bam, i was paralized. And in severe pain as well. I fell to the ground with my arm still extended in my vision and all i could think about was the pain, how intense it was and more painful than anything i had felt in life (and i have a pretty high pain tolerance, broken bones, gotten stitches, and stabbed) But this was all that multiplied by 100000, you get the point. So as im laying there paralized in pain, my vision gets bright and blinded by light. I then wake up in a cold sweat.

--dream over

Im now laying in my bed soaked in sweat, and panting for breath. I sit up and reach for my water bottle next to my bed. i grabbed it, opened it and began drinking. Then i become paralized again as i was in the dream. The pain is back and i fall backwards as the water spills all over me and the bottle falls to the ground. Only thing i can think of is the pain, how intense it is, how much i want it gone. Then voices start to appear. Not just one, many and there talking in a whispering voice, i cant understand any of it, but they are not in one place, but all around the room, and a lot of them. Then my blanket suddenly weighs 1000000 pounds and wraps around me. The voices are still there whispering. Then my bed starts shaking, not side to side but up and down. I even hear my springs making the noise they normally do. All this is happening and the only thing that i can think of is how much i want the pain to go away, how much it hurts. I feel tears forming in my eyes. Then bam all of a sudden its morning. And i have no recollection of anything that happened after what was just exlpained.

Now you might be thinking of a false awakening, as i did as well. But when he woke up in the morning... his water bottle was open, empty and on the ground next to his bed, exactly as he explained. And well that can only have happened how? If his story is true, or he just made it up. But well i know this guy really well, and have for like 7 years. Making up a story like this? No way. And the fact that he was practicing satanism? I dont really know what to think..

Any comments?