This is another dream from my past, I believe that I was 7 years old. During this time of my life I attended sunday school every Sunday. I wasn't sure what I believed in, lots of the things I was taught just didn't make sense to me or ring true. I wasn't for sure though and was ABSOLUTLY terrified that I could be going to hell if there was one. You can't go to Heaven just by just accepting Jesus into your heart just in case the Christian religion is right...Also I would like to add that growing up I had night terrors very often seldomly having pleasant ones and then around the age of 12 I stopped dreaming HARDLY at all...well at least remembering them which was very strange considering for as long as I could remember I dreamed EVERY time I slept. This continued for a couple years until I started dreaming often again.
In the dream I wake up on a beach with yellowish sand mixed with gray and white seashells scattered around. The sand is really warm but it's overcast and my surroundings are dark & muddy hued and everything is shady. Its like the light that I can see by is coming from inside the ground. I run by the shore and splash in the water, which is very cold and feels like a slimy gel. I can taste the salt in the air and feel the wet sand mush between my toes. After not really enjoying myself by the shore, I wonder away and walk by a hill and then to a bridge. There are a group of people standing on the bridge and as I come close to them I realize they are some other children from church. One person I can still clearly remember is a girl named Ashley and she always did really well in sunday school with quizzes and such. Now that I've discovered that I know them, I run up to them and ask where it is that we are.
Ashley's reply is very monotone as she tells me we are in hell. I'm shocked and scared and wonder how I died and why they were in hell...People like them don't belong in hell I think...or do they? What had they done wrong? I start running and crying off into the distance. A paleish man around the age of 27 with bright blue eyes standing outside a white house with a red roof calls out to me and asks what's wrong little girl. He pleads to me to come to him and that everything will alright. Hesitantly I walk back to him and he bends over and wipes my tears away while saying there, there little one. The man invited me inside the house and so I follow him inside. He beckons me onto his lap, I am feeling very apprehensive and frightened. The man tells me not to worry that he is my grandfather and will take care of me. We start talking about what I thought of my life and starts trying to convince me that being dark was my destiny. I become more and more terrified because during our talk I realize he is the Devil and I finally ask and he confirms my fear. As my fear peaks I tell him that I chose God and love and am washed over with white light and wake in a cold sweat breathing very heavily. I think the thought that maybe I am in hell and don't know it thinking that I'm alive. This dream sparked me to be a Christian for long time because I thought that since the devil was real that Jesus must be too. I always believed in God because he felt real to me