Jalopies, Demons, and Divine Protection

I keep telling myself, Less coffee, Warm relaxing showers before bed, and Clean sheets, should help me relax, and for a moment they do. These extra efforts are still not fully translating to my dreams. Bed time has been become a little more dreadful, do to the fact of the anticipation of whats to come. I'm starting to understand, some of my coping mechanisms in the past. Why I consumed alcohol so much, to avoid the anxiety. I cant do that anymore.

I have too many spans of lost time, from substance abuse its just not worth the loss of life. With out memories what are we? "In the end all we have are memories". On the same side of this coin, I don't want a Doctor's approval to pill up. Scripts make me a luke warm cup of coffee. Scripts Mask the anxiety during the day, but are powerless to the Nightmares.

Maybe your thinking, well you could take a sleep aide. I could, but then I would be taking more Scripts. A script during the day to make me "normal" and a script at night to make me blank out. I'm tired of drowning my mind, in chemicals. These chemicals compound the underlying issues, because they are not allowing me to deal with whats really bothering me.



10,9,8,7,6,5....


With a Jolt, I look around, and see that I'm driving down, a dark and winding road. Trees are on each side of the road, over hanging as to almost create a canopy. The High beams are dimly lighting my path.

The cool moist breeze hits my face, as I follow the road. BOOM! The truck veers off the road, and into the ditch. Smashing the front end. It's totaled. All this caused by one damn tire blowing out.

Its quite a long ways, to anything from here, at least 15 miles. What am I going to do about my truck? There is no way I'm going to make my dinner date with "Annie" and her parents by tomorrow night, I still have a days drive ahead of me. But what options do I really have? Walking. So I started to walk.

Shortly after sun up, I arrived at a Rustic Ceder covered cabin. It had a covered front porch, with two hound dogs laying, lazily on the stairs.

I climbed up the stairs, and started to knock on the door, when it opened.
A wiry little old man stood there in front of me and said, what in the hell do you want? Stuttering I said, I wrecked my truck about 15 miles West.

The old man, chuckles dumb ass.

I replied, Can you help me?

Stone faced, the old man states, depends on how much you got?

For some reason, I muttered 2,000 dollars.

A Menacing grin came over his face.
He said, Boy, you stay right here, and I got the perfect thing for you.

The sun Slowly rose to its peak in the sky, and ever so slightly started to fall.

It was starting to get late, and I started feeling dreadful. Why did I give him all that money? You know hes not coming back.

Just before Nightfall, an old flatbed farm truck pulls up, in front of the porch. It was loaded with what appears to be an old Volkswagen Rabbit.

The old man hoped out, gleefully, with his double barreled shot gun, and ran up to me.

He asked, So what you think ?

I looked at him shocked. Knowing any other answer besides, a resounding acceptance of the Jalopy , would surely mean my death.

Well let me take a look. I walked over to the flat bed truck and hopped up next to the Rabbit. It was a permanent pitted rust color, with 4 bald tires, and a license plate on the front that said "Doc".

I felt a lump in my throat, and nauseous. I asked him if it ran.

Angrily, the old timer replied, hell yes it runs boy, move out of the way.
He made his way to the back of his Flat bed ford, and pressed a lever, and the rabbit slowly rolled off onto the dirt road.

He handed me the keys, and said give her a try.

I pulled on the drivers door with all my strength, and it would not budge.

I yelled to the old man, I cant open the door!

He came over, get the hell out of the way boy, and started spraying WD-40 on the hinges. Then he took a rubber mall, and hit the drivers door hinges with a whack!

The old man grabbed the Car door, and grunted in frustration. Then the door creaked open. He laughed in delight, and looked at me. I timidly smiled looking at him and glancing at the shot gun.

I sat down in the drivers seat, with springs stabbing my butt. The rabbit had a kind of bounce to it when you got in and out of it. I put the key in the ignition, and to my surprise it started right up. Vrooom! A dark cloud of smoke and soot bellowed out of the exhaust. Until it surrounded the car from all sides.

I started to look around for the old man and saw nothing. Then a loud rap from the tip of shot gun on the window got my attention. I rolled down the window, and the old man covered in soot, said in a deep slow motion voice Now Gooooooo. I sputtered down the dirt road headed for "Annie's", glancing in the rear view mirror for the old man, never to see him again.

I arrived 2hrs late to our dinner party with Annie's Parents. I knocked on the bright red door, and then walked in. Annie Greeted me. She said Where have you been?
I replied, Its a real long story babe, let me tell you about it later.

The room was dimly lit, with candles, and a round table with chairs sat waiting for me in center of the room.

Bobby, Nice to meet you,I'm Andy. This is my wife Maratha. He pointed to the empty chair to his right indicating this was he spouse.

Andy was a dark shadowy figure,the only distinct shapes i could make out was hes hands, and a hood over his head. I became very uneasy.

In a dark deep warped and slow voice, he said Have a seat.

I looked around and only Andy and I sat at the table. All other chairs appeared empty. The wood in the fireplace started to crackle. Andy Said, in his demented voice, tell me about yourself.

I started to speak, and he interrupted me, and growled. NO, tell me about your GOD. The fire had become more intense, and its light danced across his hood.

I started to explain, that I was had a Christian Belief's, this made him angry. I felt someone grab my arms, and could see hand impressions on my arms, but no one was visibly there.

He said, Bobby, I want you to renounce you God and beliefs. Do it. My chair levitated in the Air, and slowly turned towards the fire.

The Figure, said NOW!

The fireplace exploded with flames, each flame, appeared to be a whip of fire.

Again, the figure said, Renounce Christ!

I cried, in terror, and started to pray. Dear Heavenly father, protect me from this evil. Nothing Happened.

The dark figure started laughing in delight.

Again, I prayed. This Time I shouted at the Dark Being, "In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to leave me! and again " In the name of Jesus Christ I command you to leave me!"

The Moment, I uttered those words, Light filled the room in a flash, and I awoke from my dream.


Thoughts:

This by far has been one of the scarier dreams, I have had in the last couple weeks. There is a similar theme, in the Divine Dreams, I'm always commanding Evil to leave me in the Lords name. He always helps me, in these dark moments. It may be time, I come home and start walking the path again.