The Devil, a Banishment Spell and a Pile of Sea Shells

So yeah... another weird and wonderful dream entered my REM cycle the other night. This time it was about the devil, as I seem to have a fair few dreams about demons and possession I decided to check out what it means. After trolling through a few websites one gave me a few answer (though they may not be really apply). Dreamhawk.com:


Demon: Expression of things in life and yourself that you feel threatened by. You may feel an urge is sinful, so you repress it.

Devil: (as in THE Devil) All those desires, ideas, habits, that have come into your life, that go against the promptings of your deepest nature. All the aspects of life of which you are not master and which can therefore influence you against your will. For instance, you may not be master of anger, emotions, hungers, ambitions, and these may lead you to do things that deep down you do not wish to do.

And this from Dreammoods.com: To see seashells in your dream represent security and protection. You are not showing your true self or real feelings. In protecting yourself from getting hurt, you are also becoming reclusive and emotionally closed off.

So seemingly this indicates that I have some sort of conflict within myself or with someone else and I am trying to protect myself.


This is how it happened...







The dream began in a house that didn't look like one I had lived in before but that I knew I lived in. It was day time and a breeze was blowing as I walked to the front door with bags of sea shells on each arm. My current housemate, Adrene, was at home with her parents and a bunch of other people. I showed her mom the shells and then went to my room, which had an en-suite bathroom with a hole in the shower wall that leads to another room with cabinets in it.

The dream shifts and it is night time, I am standing with Adrene and something happens... seemingly she is possessed by something. An malevolent voice emanated from her as here eyes changed to an eerie florescent green-yellow colour, "I am The Devil, Satan, Beelzebub. Bow down before me."

I looked at her, mildly annoyed, mildly perplexed and mildly scared. "I don't think so." And ran for my room.

Some of it is a bit vague in my memory now, but I do recall Adrene's father telling us (her mother - El-marie - and myself) that we should do as we are told and El-marie and I praying in quiet rooms away from everyone else.

El-marie and I knelt beside the bed, as you did when you were a child, with our heads bent and our hands clasped, praying only loud enough so that the other could hear the words. It felt like hours before we stopped. After a moment we emptied the bags of sea shells onto the bed and looked through them as we discussed the fact that The Devil didn't like sea shells for some odd reason. We heard foot steps and quickly stuffed the shells under the bed. At that moment, The Devil entered the room, now a man and no longer my housemate. Dark hair with skin so pale that the veins were clearly visible. His eyes were yellow and glowed as they scanned the room. (Possibly reminiscent of 'the yellow-eyed demon' in Supernatural.)



"What are you hiding?" He growled.

I stepped towards the bed, hiding the shells from his view. He took a step forward and I leaned on the bed so that the mattress sagged in such a way as to block his view of what lay beneath the bed. "Sorry nothing under there. Maybe you should look somewhere else for whatever it is you are looking for." I could feel my heart pounding but didn't feel like this was the end only mildly fearful but not sure of what exactly ... apart from it being The Devil and all.

He straightened up slowly, inclining his head at me like a predator would then turned and exited the room. I rushed into the bathroom and through the hole in the shower wall to another room where El-marie stood shaking. It was dark and had a bank of short cabinets along one wall. The door was at the other end opposite the hole. A rather odd room, seemingly with no purpose.

"He nearly caught us," she said, on the verge of tears.

"We are going to get rid of him I promise."

I became a viewer and not a part of the dream. Adrene's dad was talking to a large group of people, they cheered and hollered and gestured as people do in large excited crowds. "The Devil is here and we must prepare the world for him." he said. His voice faded and then I was climbing up a steep staircase going up into a dark attic. 

There was soft chanting coming from the other side of the room where a large board with "Spell of Banishment" written on a huge piece of cardboard, there was a shadowy figure kneeling before the board, with an eerie red-orange glow coming from behind the board. The room was filled with mist with swamp-like trees dotted around within the confines of the low-roofed room.

"You can't do this! This isn't the right way!" I shouted into the murky darkness and a moment later I woke up.

Images from wallpaperspuff.blogspot.com and multipleverses.com

The Village that Time Forgot

Still Bay - off www.stilbaaitourism.co.za

Holidays are always fun, especially if it includes flying, seaside views, playing with little hermit crabs and feeling the cold hand of death brush my shoulder on a zigzagging dirt road. This holiday took me to my teenage-hood holiday destination - Still Bay (or more commonly known as Stilbaai) in the Western Cape about an hour and a half (due to roadwords) from George.


Travelling with my mother and boyfriend, the holiday started with waking up at the crack of sparrow farts - also known as 3 - 4 am), travelling to the long-term airport parking, lugging our bags and my mother's cat onto a bus, off a bus and, finally, into the terminal.

A blissful 2 hour trip, with a bumpy landing, later, we arrived in George. The trip in the hired Nissan Tiida 5-door hatchback was surprisingly good, with a 3 stops at road blocks due to road maintenance. The smell of heather is the first thing you notice when getting to Stilbaai, it is pungent and aromatic and may remind you of times gone by, when life was simple.

Still Bay is a sleepy little village nestled in a hilly area with a lovely view of the sea. It is a village as by definition a village is a settlement where the tallest building is the steeple of a church (This is the case in Still Bay). Mainly populated by retirees from Gauteng and some parts of the Western Cape, with a few foreign nationals just for something different, it is a rather slow settlement. There are no malls or clubs or any such thing save for a few pubs and one dingy 'disco' called Drie Ankers. The dance style of said disco is Sokkie... turbo-sokkie as it is most often done to the computerised tunes of techno and trance. The language of choice is predominantly Afrikaans - something I have trouble with as my Afrikaans is rather "kak".

The cloudy day.

As this trip was in between the "in" seasons, the population was at its usual 4 to 5,000 permanent residents, which swells to a whopping 35,000 during the December holidays. Anyway, I digress.

We arrived on a cloudy day, with a strong wind - fun times, I thought.

In the passing days the weather went through every season - sunny and hot, cold and raining, windy and cloudy and on one windy Wednesday morning, Gert (Boyfriend) and I went to the river mouth, him to fish and I to read and chill. Some of my time was spent reading whilst the remainder was spent chasing hermit crabs, finding shells and taking pictures of Gert's fish - Garrick is the species - 6 pictures but 10 fish in total.

le Garrick!

Believe it or not but these are
ALL hermit crabs

Molluscs on
driftwood

Ok so that little black thing you see in the
water is actually a seal!

A wee Blue Crayfish!
(Can't really see the colouring)

I nearly managed to change a tyre - who knew 3 little thorns could do so much damage - Gert arrived to help before I could prove my prowess with a jack and spanner - though I managed to get a sunburn in the 30 min it took him to walk back from the fishing spot.

One-legged seagull

With slow walks on the beach and staring out the windows in the mornings we managed to see more animals than you would see anywhere on the coast - a little bokkie, a stork, a ferret, snails, crabs, a seal, a Cape Robin and other such creatures - including the most graceful seagull I have ever seen (which happened to have one leg). The days were slow, filled with chatting, laughing, eating, going fishing with Gert and pottering around (also a bit of studying - both Gert and I - though more him).

As there was no television we spent the nights playing board games - like Balderdash, reading, talking or getting an early night. Was all in all it was one of the most enjoyable holidays I have had. Good company, good food and good fun!

Morose Musings

It seems like it is another day ... another day where things don't go right and the world feels like it is closing in or crashing down.

And what starts it all? Something at work? A small comment someone makes that is taken out of context or something you say that is taken out of context and leads to you thinking ... is that what they really think of me? Something not going right? Machinery that doesn't work? Money troubles? 

Could it be all of the above or one that aggravates the others? 

Being honest about how crap you feel doesn't seem to help - in fact, you just seem to spread the depression like a dark cloud that leaves no trace of light.  Not being enthusiastic when you feel none, not being "raaraa" when you don't feel the "sisboomba". You try be happy, try cheer yourself up... and it doesn't work. So now what? You continue the sadness and get told that you are making the other person depressed or you tell the other person you don't feel like talking anymore and get accused of being rude... catch 22. 

Oh well... life goes on... whether crap or good.  

Ninja Dogs Dream

Well here is another installment of the weird and wackiness that is my REM cycle.

The latest odd dream revolves around ninja dogs and a Japanese warrior demon. It all begins with my friend, Christine Porter, and I taking a drive through countryside that looks vaguely like that found in the UK. All narrow cobbled streets and leaning buildings. We stopped my car (the one I drive in SA - a blue Ford Fiesta) outside what looked like an old farm yard with white picket fence, old barn and a deserted-looking farm house.  Strangely enough it was right on a main street in a small country town which also happened to be on the edge of a dam that looks remarkably like where my mother stays in Hartbeespoort.

We exited the car and made our way towards the old barn, the sound of hay and gravel crunching beneath our flip flop-clad feet.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" I hollered as we reached the open doorway to the dimly lit barn. No sound came from within - a rather foreboding silence. We walked around the building only and back to my car, seeing neither animal nor person.

As we approached the car, a pack of dogs appeared on the road before us, beyond the front of the car. They were medium-sized and pure black with white faces, all identical (almost like the picture but actual dogs - similar to to the Husky breed). Christine looked at me as I turned my head to look at her. Seemingly the same thought in our heads. RUN!

I ran to the passenger door, and Christine headed for the driver's side. I fumbled with my keys as I pulled them from my bag  and threw them to her. We jumped in almost simultaneously and Christine started the car. It roared to life and she slammed it into first gear just as the first dog jumped at my window.  The car skidded away to the sound of yelping dogs and I looked in the rear view mirror to see them running after us through the plume of dust my tires kicked up. My sigh of relief was short-lived as I looked back to the road, only to see a dog somehow climbing from the grill and onto the bonnet (no idea how that is physically possible). It growled and on a closer looked its fur was in fact a ninja suit. I leaned out the window, seeing a sharp corner coming, and grabbed it by the scruff of its neck.

"Throw it into the dam!" Christine shouted as she took the corner at a speed and the car drifted on the sandy street.

I let it go and it went flying through the air, landing hard and rolling the last few feet to the dam's edge. With a sploosh it sank beneath the water as we high trailed it out of there.

It swapped into another dream at this point.