Background: Our mother was a witch, but not a normal one. She wasn’t into all that ritual and stuff – more of a pure spiritualist in a way – but had us playing “Voodoo Dolls” as well. (remembering a ride home from Christian church with extremely Christian dad – and her turning and saying “When we get home I want you boys to practice on your Voodoo Dolls.”
As far as we know, she was never a member of a group or cult. But she has been ‘dabbling’ on and off in her latter days with ‘groups’; most of them benign.
Here’s the thing: we kept having this dream from about age 5 or 6 until we were age of 10. Except for 9 – that’s when we moved somewhere (out of the ‘hood) – to NC. Army thing. That year there were no dreams. When we left the hood (age 10 or 11 – our birthday being 911, just another coincidence in our lives :/) – there were no dreams. Not of this thing. Only in the ‘hood: a typical poor Southern neighborhood; living in the sticks. I will relate these things as accurately as possible. Since this is a reoccurring dream, it is an easy one, however our emotions – and knowledge of what is coming – change from dream to dream
We are in a hallway. To ‘me’ it looks about … 30 feet long; probably more like 25, maybe even shorter. After all, we are a child, and everything looks big.
The hallway is painted white. The floor is white, but we are not sure if in this first one if we saw the lines or not. At the end of a hallway is a window; it is a double hung, slightly rectangular (taller than it is wide) – and has wood framed panes. Reminds us very much of the windows of some old WWII barracks we have seen many times (army brat and things).
It is bright in the hallway; but not so much that it hurts our eyes. There is a bright light beyond the window; perhaps the sun or something; but it is a very white light. This may be due to the paint job. We are not sure about the ceiling. We have the ‘impression’ there are doors lining the hallway (child inside closing eyes and counting…maybe eight. Four on each side.)
First time we had the dream, we are being told to walk down the hall; maybe there is somebody behind us giving us a firm and guiding ‘push’ down the hallway; maybe not. This is the first time.
We go down hallway – just a little ways – and we fall down trapdoor. It is on the right (this time). It will be changing later. We never know where the trapdoor is going to be. It’s always changing.
We slide down something. I have the impression of a short, U-shaped (half-circle) raw (gray) metal chute, riveted together in some places. This is in the late 60’s; we have never seen anything like this until we were an adult being and had seen a water park and it’s slides. It’s a lot like those; only metal, and not nearly as big – neither around nor long.
We arrive at the end of the slide. People in black cloaks or things (something with pointed caps; all one color, one piece even) take us up and put us on an alter or a table thing. We don’t know what it is; not this first time. They begin placing food on my chest and all around; some goes on my belly, and even my groin. I am only 6 years old.
I don’t know anything; they are all around me. This place is like a dark cavern; we aren’t knowing what it is; there is like mossy things hanging around. We aren’t terrified; though we are growing kinda nervous; perhaps this is just the “NOW” reaction to reviewing this kind of dream; yes, we are thinking it is; a feeling of deep anxiety; go on Mikie my friend.
We are in a dream I am thinking; this is but a dream. Bad things have happened here; or they still are.
We are afraid.
Cripes, that’s US, now afraid; emotions bleeding over; damn typos and stuff, LO nervous L’ing. <– we are using italics to indicate the “right now”
Okay, moving on with this thing.
Mikie isn’t really afraid; not this first time. That is going to come later. He is just interested; curious about this thing – kinda calm – in a ‘dreamy state’ within his dream. (Or was it a dream? This is something we are asking; which is why we ask those who have suffered cult abuse to take a look at this thing; see what opinions there are; if they recognize any settings or rituals in this thing.)
The witches start ‘eating off him’. Yes, we have ALWAYS thought of them as witches. Always and forever this thing. In Mikie’s mind they are eating him – or intending to. They are messing around in his groin. We don’t know what is happening there; some of it feels good. There are pains on our legs. We think we are being eaten. This goes on for some time. This place is dark and gloomy.
2nd dream: same thing. Only this time Mikie does not like it; he is a bit more reluctant about stepping down the hallway; trap door, everything happens just the same.
3rd dream: now Mikie is definitely growing scared of this thing (and PLEASE, poor folks, remember: this is something about a DID being: WE get to ‘share’ in his fear and things; even some ‘body memory’. Good thing we are a tough thing; this being; some of this is ‘terrifying’ to us – though we know it is NOT to you; it is just somebody reading this thing; we have done it too.)
4th Dream: Now Mike is definitely looking for those trap doors. He is looking for lines in the floor. These are square trap doors with steel plates; they fall open; letting you in on that chute thing. Here and there we can see the lines; they are like close fitting tiles, spaced along the floor – but so close fitting you can barely see the edges. We are tiptoing through the hall (towards the window, as always) – and oops! Slips: wrong one, slips down, dream begins again (only it was all a bit of dream – or isn’t it? We feel our suspicions growing stronger.)
5th, 6th, 7th dream et all: We have grown very scared of being put in the hallway. No one pushes us now? We have to ‘go on’, we know we have NO choice in this, we KNOW what’s going to happen; we are going to end up hitting one of those ‘hidden’ (and yet not so hidden we can’t always see them – but we always end up hitting one – the others are ‘tricksy’ things; made to deceive us perhaps? We are not knowing.) When we ‘hit the pit’ or this mysterious cavern; we FIGHT; but it is not mattering; we have some dim ass memory of a needle going in; perhaps into our leg; calming us down.
We are thinking it’s BS; meaning just that: just a dream. But why 7 or so more times? We are wondering. Why did we visualize what we did? Our mom wore no clothing like that; nobody we’re knowing did. Perhaps some leftovers from Halloween? It seems that Halloween was much later; a Halloween party (a kewl one) in which our mom actually dressed us as a witch. (Very good party, by the way; the entire neighborhood came! We had “The Legend of Sleepy Hallow” playing on the 45 over and over, listening about Ichabod Crane. Must’ve been about 6 years old. Maybe this started triggering the dream? We are not knowing, and trying NOT to suspect anything; suspending judgement until more information comes in.
Just because you were abused doesn’t mean you should see abuse in everything, we are thinking; we don’t trust ‘recovered memories’ and stuff – not too much. Too much mind tampering going on for that sort of thing (and why are we thinking that went on? That wasn’t until we were a teenager sort of thing. Strange discoveries with no answers – and no end in sight.)
If you have a thought on this; feel free to be commenting. Bear in mind that about ‘seeing abuse where there is none’ while refreshing in your mind the memories you have seen – and we have seen – that may be matcing; especially those cultish things.
We’ve just grown curious about this thing – and why the terror it brings?