See the thread 'Bigjimmy's good advice about bad trips' in 'Storming the Gates' for some, well, good advice on (avoiding) bad trips. It is, I feel, my best post (of more than 1500).
Hope it will help with your questions...
Keeping your quote bumped because I feel that thread is definitely very beneficial. Also linking it.https://mycotopia.ne...-bad-trips.html
(This is my response to your first post without further reading. Just a direct message to the projection of self that posted that experience. I will continue reading, just felt you may benefit from this.)
Wishy, as far as your experience goes I have had similar in dream. An entity bent on destruction, a being of hate, darkness, and anger, he feeds on fear. In truth, I do not understand him. Every other dream I can interpret, I can glean from. Him though, he is pure darkness. What I'd even consider evil. Yet I am comforted at times by him in these dreams. The sound of shattering glass, the decrepit nature of the environments I'm thrown into, his sadistic need to create chaos and allow me to watch. I feel as though he benefits me in some way. In the past he has physically touched me. He pushed my foot into my mattress as I slept, he slid his hand across my arm.
I have felt terror in his presence. Each time though, I grow more comfortable. He doesn't feel a threat to me, nor has he ever. He is though, the darkest being I have ever encountered. I feel his darkness emanate from his entire being. I know who he is even when he is disguised as someone else. Each time he enters my dreams, I awaken with a fear. The fear is of mirrors. A powerful tool in some practices, and also a direct reflection of anything in front of it. I don't fear seeing something else in the mirror, I fear seeing myself as a changed being, seeing something besides my normal face, something I truly can't describe but I know inside. I fear the dread that escapes my chest as I walk by the mirror in the hall late at night. In time I heal, but he returns. This began after some very dark experiences in my life. I know now that I am safe though. I know the face of who brings me safety, and she is beautiful. I know the feelings that keep balance and safety, they too are beautiful.
I risk sounding insane by writing about these dreams and my beliefs that they are further from dream and closer to reality, but in all truth, what is sanity in this day and age? It is gauged by government entities, institutions, employees of indoctrinate careers. Sanity is what we make it. Your experience sounds hellish and I hope not to experience something similar ever. I read into it as I read it though as I often do with my own dreams. Perhaps it was beneficial for you in a way that is not currently evident. Love and loss are ever occurring themes in this life experience from my observation. In losing everything, many gain everything. In gaining everything, many lose it. The duality of coming to peace with 'what is' rather than 'could be' is often the lesson of loss and gain. I don't doubt in entities. I have, but since then I have grown and experienced. Perhaps what you perceived as an attack was truly a forceful lesson. A humbling. A sense of more perspective on priority and what truly matters. Of course this is an optimistic look at an otherwise frightening experience.
Just last night I had a dream. I was an employee at a new job, only worked a week and still was training. At this job, plants were sold as well as groceries. I recognized one immediately. Datura. There she sat, majestically, dangerously. I respected her. In this dream I brushed against her with my bare skin and awoke in the hospital. The doctor told me I was temporarily blinded but now could see. I looked in the mirror and my eyes no longer had color. All was lost but the outline, grey, and my pupil. Yet I could see. I had the appearance of a blind man but with sight. In time the color recovered and I returned to my job to warn the others. I found the manager, one I hadn't met yet. I spoke up to her and I told her the plant should not be sold, it's dangerous. She told me I was chosen to deliver a message to myself, my family, my friends, my children, and my childrens' children. She told me the message would come in time. I never remember dreams without significance. They never feel real if they aren't of complete importance. They are an experience. A vivid tapestry of visual reality playing through my mind as I sleep. I only dream like that a few times per year. I share this with you because in my experiences the scariest and hardest of lessons are the ones that seem real. They hold much symbolism, truth, and show the purest sides of self. They also take awhile to digest. I hope this experience ends up having been beneficial to you. Much love brother.
Edited by ams1992, 04 June 2013 - 10:28 PM.