Dreams of Epsiton

The Dreams of Epsiton

Perhaps things might have gone much different for me if I did not have such vivid dreams. In one such dream I was in a subterranean church, the bricks were black with soot and cobwebs were woven in every crevasse of the place and I was alone save for the shadows that stretched along the walls. I was dressed in a suit as if dressed for a wedding, but a great fear gripped my entire being as I waited for one of the shadows to materialize and join me at the blood-soaked altar in front of the inverted cross decorated with serpents.

The next dream of significance was several years later where I was abducted from human existence and taken to the spiritual planes of reality. In view of the Heavenly Kingdom I was tossed into a cell where I waited for hours for the demons to return. In horror I watched as the person before me was lead to a five-level pit in the courtyard of the place. The person screamed to be released until the chanting started, they were too far away for me to be able to understand them, but by the time it was done the person had been transfigured into demon form.

Then, they came for me. I struggled and yelled as the one before me had. They held me in place on the bottom level of the circular pit, until the first coin was cast. When it landed I lost all control of movement and all I could move was my eyes which glanced towards heaven as they chanted, but inside I struggled still and when they were done I ran and jumped off the plane of reality. However, every time I landed I returned to the same place. It was then that I looked at my arms and body; my skin had been turned to green and black scales. I spoke some words in fear and surprise but it was not my voice, rather it was a growling deep voice.

In yet another dream I was on a large space ship which was a sphere made of rectangular steel plates and I was going from one to another as they opened and shot out fire, the ship was disintegrating before my eyes and I was trying in vain to protect the people inside, but for every action five more were necessary.

I was in a war torn Western city, the buildings had been shredded by missiles, bombs and the smoke and fires still stood testament to what had happened. As I walked along searching for survivors I spied in the distance a shining temple, the only building in miles that was still standing…

Next, I was in a large city, larger than any I had ever seen in my life time. I was supposed to be meeting somebody I knew. There was a two-level café at the end of an alley, but as I made my way towards it I could hear someone falling and screaming, then another, then the distinctive sound of flesh hitting asphalt behind me as I leapt into the café.

Next, I was on an island with friends and I had a hammock to sleep in but I decided to sleep on the floor instead. I was awoken the next day to some commotion, when I stepped outside I saw the oddest thing, planes were flying and crashing into the ground, but they bounced like they were made of rubber.

I tried to forget the dreams, but every time it was quiet they would replay in my mind until I began to panic.

Something happened to me during that time though that I have a hard time understanding; I was home in body, mind, emotion and spirit; but my body, mind and emotions were in one place and my spirit was in another, as if I were observing myself. I was still able to perceive normally, though delayed and distracted. Things which took moments even a day before now took considerable focus.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep for such an extended time but one night as I was trying to watch television, and, I saw a light shine through the basement window. I mistook it for a car pulling into an alley driveway but it was cycling like a lighthouse. I measured, empirically, where the source of the light was coming from since it disappeared every time I looked out the window and my body went cold. Hurriedly I turned off the television, what was happening to me? It started with an inaudible frequency, then, like pressing fast-forward and play at the same time on a cassette player.

When it stopped I looked outside expecting to see Jesus or aliens but there was nothing, no four horsemen, no trumpets… no space ship. I was noticeably calmer and able to sleep. But, when I woke all the thoughts and emotions flooded back and I was in the same state again.

One night after that time I was just about sleeping when I felt that feeling that someone was watching me, and when I opened my eyes there was a face several inches above me, not human, but a face made of thousands of lights, it startled me for a moment then it was gone. A few days later I lay down to sleep and I opened my eyes and the thousand lights were there again, but this time they floated about the room as if non-chalantly, I smiled at this and was more than happy to be getting the sleep that was hard to come by these days.

Then one day when I made my way to the glass building’s foyer at the local university and stretched out in the sun light.

I found it odd a few minutes later when the place brightened significantly… this I prematurely attributed to the indoor spot lighting, so I was shocked when I opened my eyes and checked the indoor lights, which were not on, then out at the sun through the drawn blinds… a light revolved around the sun, just as bright. No one else in the foyer seemed to take notice of the UFO or miracle, so I acted normally and did not draw any attention to myself. I later watched a documentary on prophecies and to my surprise what I had witnessed at the university was a similar phenomenon; then, I was more relieved when I heard about UFOs also doing such displays.

Months went by, the September tragedy in New York occurred and meanwhile a shadow grew at the back of my mind. At the end of my university semester I moved into a townhouse and things were normal as could be expected.

Deciding to take the opportunity to enjoy myself, as I had been unable to do in high school due to time constraints, I visited for long hours with my friends often over beers and coolers. Then one such evening I was in mid-sentence when I got dizzy, I had had a drink or two but this was not due to that. I staggered to the back door window which was open to the cool night air and tried to catch my breath. My three friends asked intently if I was alright, not wanting to panic them I asked one friend to bring an extra sweet mixture of orange juice that I probably had low blood sugar, but inside I knew it was something different all together.