HecateProxy
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This happened about four years ago and has stuck with me to this day; it'll also explain my screen name.

When I was about 17/18 years old I had converted from agnostic to paganism but was still hovering around the fence about it. I was doing extensive amount of research about different Gods and Goddess' and left that night ended about Hecate and Bast.


As I entered my dream state I was in a small room and had the sudden urge to try to change the walls (all my lucid dreams start out this way) It took some time but finally I began to change the walls from one color to another. Next goal was to change locations.

Here I was hoping from tropical beach to the center of someone's room but right as I went to leap again I felt myself fly backwards. Something was pulling me in a different direction. I was still fully aware that I was asleep and fought back until I started feeling my dream unravel. In order to prolong the dream I let myself calm down and let whatever unknown source pull me to whatever unknown location.


I landed in a heavily shadowed room. The walls and floor were made out of cold grey bricks yet I didn't feel cold. Wherever I was I was high in the air for the narrow slotted widows only showed a starry laden sky. There was someone else in the room with me. I felt her rather than saw her. She laughed at the sound was like a thousand bells ringings but also held a dark edge to it. I asked her outloud who she was and in response I received the thought, 'Hecate'

Suddenly she moved, just a quick glimpse of a face that seemed to change with each second. I felt so at peace with myself, not afraid at all. It was like being wrapped in love just standing there in the darkness as something unknown flitted around me.

Another thought voiced itself in my head, 'What is it that you desire to know?'

And I knew I could ask anything. Anything my heart desired, unfortunately that heart was still very young and in love so my thoughts turned to my current boyfriend.

My dream ended shortly after that but it never left me. In all my years previously of looking and researching religions nothing like that has ever happened. Since then I have chosen to walk the pagan path with hecate as my Goddess.

This was my dream from last night/this morning.


I am at a hotel meeting up with my step mother so I can visit my youngest siblings. Unfortunately my biological father is there who has recently disowned me (in real life due to the fact I dyed my hair). My mother is also somewhere here in the hotel and I am left a note to go to her room which is either room five or six. My father glares down at me from behind his wife's back refusing to address me verbally and though it stings I quickly pass it off. My step mother announces that they will be right back and gathers the kids. I sit there waiting until I hear the elevator behind me ding open. I turn just in time to see them scurry inside in an attempt to leave me behind. They've ditched me.

I have nothing better to do but try to find my mothers room and sleep there for the night. I have no where else to go, but I can't find anyone or any rooms. Just a series of halls and doors. Pain from being shunned burns in my chest until I break down and bawl. There is a crushing sense of loneliness and fear that presses against me. That is until I feel something brush against me. Looking around I find nothing but have a chill up my spine.

I continue to wander until I hear the shouts of my father. I find him look horrified in a corner; face pale as death. There is nothing around him. Without thinking I rush up to him to see if he's alright. He's shaken but brushes me off quickly. That is until my little brother rushes up to me, my two other siblings and step mother in tow. They all are shook up but no one seems to know why.

They allow me to travel with them as we try to find a way out of this hotel. Instead we find ourselves in the basement. The air is so heavy you can feel it pressing against you, weighting you down. There's a hard knot of fear in my stomach and I can tell we're all feeling it. I see something out of the corner of my eyes, a shadow moving against the wall. My father cries out in fear once again but no one sees anything once more. We keep moving but find no exit just an overwhelming feeling of doom. Suddenly a creature rushed out from the corner and throws my father across the room. As it stands still where he once was I can see a twisted form a boy, flesh half rotted away and hallow eyes. There is so much rage pouring off of him that I flinch. My step mother and siblings are cowering in a corner as my father just mumbles on the ground that this cant be real.

The boy-creature screams; "You killed me!" And throws my father against a wall. From there it was like a movie was being played out. A younger version of my father in a hotel room. His movements are jerky as sways. He's very visibly intoxicated. On the bed is a small boy, probably around my littlest brothers age of seven, there is fear in his eyes but he doesn't dare to move. My father stumbles and falls onto the bed next to the boy who cringes but doesn't move. They stay like this for what seems like an eternity. Finally the boy slides off, kneeling down to check on my father.

"Father?" he whispers.

My father wakes up with a start and grabs the boy by his throat and dragging him onto the bed. There are tears in the boys eyes I watch the scene play out. Watch with every agonizing moment that my father crushed his windpipe and stumbled out of the room. Leaving his lifeless body behind.

There is an overwhelming sense of outrage from me. All my anger pouring out as my vision clears and I see the weeping man on the floor. The ghost boy lunges for him once again but I come in between the two. Flinging the boy off in one direction and protecting my father behind me.

"You are a worthless father, he should have his revenge and end your life now!" I scream back at the cowering form, "But a life for a life doesn't balance out. You should have to live with your sins." The ghost boy is thrashing around me but cannot seem to get near me. Suddenly a dog appears out of nowhere, lifeless and crippled. Words fall out of my mouth though I don't know them. All I know is that i begin to bind the boy to the dog and the dog to my father. They cannot hurt each other physically but forced to be by each others side for the rest my fathers mortal life.

Throughout these past four years I have been plagued with dreams of a man whose face and name I do not know, well did not know. He'd always be chasing me and I fleeing. Small tests here and there that always bore his mark and the plot line always went the same. He was coming to get me and I was terrified.

This past dream was different and I remember it with vivid clarity.


Recently I have moved back to an old childhood town and my step father resides in town and that is how this dream begins.


My step father is coming to get me to spend some time together; leaving my boyfriend behind in his car as I jump into my fathers truck. We make small talk nothing very interesting but he tells me he's taking me somewhere to meet some of his friends. We pull up into a trailer park and up to what seems like a normal home. As usual I am filled with anxiety about being around people I don't know but reluctantly get out of the truck and follow him inside the trailer. Inside it's huge, the living room sinks down and is filled with shelves full of books and of course-- people. So many people in such a small area. My step father urges me forward and introduces me to the crowd. A woman who is around my father's age steps forward and says she has a son about my age and that I should meet him. I say nothing but look around at the several guys who seem to be about my age. Finally a boy steps forward.

He's only a little taller than me. Average build with dark hair that's about shaggy but not super long. His eyes are sharp and cold. He tells me to follow him and willingly I do to another room which is also filled with books. He's idly scanning the shelves while talking to me. I ask him his age and he says he's at least 10 years older. I in turn ask him how old he thinks I am. Casually he responds, "16." I scoff and reply that I am 22 at this he grins.

I find myself at a table and he's sitting across from me. Asking me my name, date of birth and all sorts of questions. I remember being annoyed but answering honestly. The boy sighs and pulls out a piece of paper and begin to scribble down a bunch of numbers. "This can't be." He says and seems to go over the numbers once again. "Your number comes out to 666." I'm not shocked but simply shrug. He on the other hand seems thoroughly amused. More questions pass before he slides a piece of paper towards me with ten questions on it. He tells me that I to fill these questions out but as soon as I read the last one he tells me that the answers are already filled out on the back.

His answers read:
1.It doesn't matter what you think of yourself only what I think of you.
2. Part of you belong to me.

That's as far I read because I go to ask him what parts but then my alarm goes off and wake me up.



Once again I am left with a strange overwhelming feeling and can't shake it until the next day. It's the same feeling I always wake up after dreaming about mystery man before. I just wish I knew why.