A few years ago, shortly after my dedication, I had a dream. More than a simply dream. I know that it was something more.
I was in the same room in which I had my ritual of dedication. Somebody knocked the door. I opened and a man, tall as me, dressed in black pants, black turtleneck and black jacket came in.
He had a big inverted pentagram necklace on his chest.
I couldn’t see his face because a very strong light dazzled me. I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
He said no words.
Then I woke up with shortness of breath.
It wasn’t a regular dream.
After one year I read on the net that another guy had my same experience.
It was my first and last time I dreamt that man.
Who was he? Anybody had the same experience here?