The Morningstar, aka Lucifer

From: Sarah Maeder (magick_death56@yahoo.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: My bed
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Tue Apr 10 18:56:04 2007

I've never really been one for seeing ghosts or anything paranormal; the most I've ever done is hear voices in the wind, wolves howling at night, and serious cases of deja vu. My dreams have never made sense either; most of them consist of nonsensical stuff dealing with school that I can't remember in the morning. But not anymore.

About two, three weeks ago, I had this odd dream I can't stop thinking of. Bits and pieces are missing, but there's one scene that's strikingly clear to me.

In my dream, I was talking to someone (I don't remember who) and they had this huge, leather, metal bound book; you know, the stereotypical "spell book" you see in fantasy movies. I was told that if you read part of the book aloud, you'd summon Lucifer to you.

Now, apparantly, Lucifer is (was?) the most beautiful creature ever, and if you ever saw him and he spoke to you, you'd fall madly in love with him and do anything he asked, basically become his slave/minion (I also remember that sex was a large part if you became his slave. Then, somehow, I summoned Lucifer. But it was more like someone else did, but Lucifer chose to chase me. So, I ran. I distinctly remember running frantically through the woods that are up the street from me, near a highway. I ran with my ears covered, crying as I repeated to myself "He isn't real, he isn't real".

Somehow, I could feel his heat & this light he gave off behind me, and I finally just jumped behind a log and curled under it. I tried to remain silent as I felt him coming near me. I squeezed my eyes shut as he gently placed his hands on me and flipped me over. Then he said something (which I couldn't distinctly hear) and I opened my eyes. He had golden-copper eyes with tiny pupils that suddenly contracted to pin-pricks when I looked at him, and then I woke up.

I'm not particuraly scared, it's just more of I can't get this dream out of my head. It's all I've been thinking about for the past few weeks, and I'm even currently trying to draw a picture of what Lucifer looked like in my dream.

The oddest part is, I'm not Christian; I haven't believed in God or the Devil in about 3, 4 years, and the thought of finding out that God (or the devil) are real when I die doesn't scare me. But I was PETRIFIED in my dream, and I'm not sure if it's because I thought Lucifer was going to rape me, or if I'm afraid of being devoted to one person, or something else entirely. It's all really weird for me.