Part 1: the Mystery of Dreams

I was awakened from a sound sleep -- the room yet unlit -- sat up on the side of the bed, more of a spirit sense of doing so, for there was also a feeling of body-paralysis. Finding myself attentive, I was greeted by the awareness of a being standing before me, though I cannot describe an actual face nor sex: "Take this", I was handed a scarab, clay-type representation. "Eat it!", I hesitated...but found myself incapable of refusing. I brought the beetle toward my mouth, seeming more of essence rather than actual physical form. I ingested the object, sort of an instant inhale, feeling the thing immediately come alive in my heart-area. The entity motioned to my high right, a lighted blurb appeared in the totally darkened room, that of a biblical doom-shaped, white building – inside the brilliant portal beamed a light of intensity I could not even begin to measure, a brilliant, huge, golden goblet inside was quite visible, as I rose up toward it, sort floating, no power to resist. "Drink". I looked inside the gleaming vessel, filled with blood to my horror. I replied, no, I do not want to do anything wrong or evil. "Drink...it's Ok". I could not stop, as my head lowered. Then I awoke, lying in bed, having never been quite the same since, moving closer and closer to Christ awareness, and a sense of mission. Why do I share this? I don't know. Not certain. Must be a reason. Do I walk on water now? No! Do I feel special? Not in an egotistical sense. You decide. Insane? Fooled by evil? No evil has come of it that I am aware of.... Only good.