This story is personal to me. I'll merely present what I experienced and leave any judgement up to the individual reader. I believe that both evil and good are very real forces in our universe. I'll be happy to chalk it up as something that is non-supportable as far as evidence but I thought it might interest a reader or two.
In 1980 I lived in San Jose, California. I'd recently started seeing someone my age whose family was from Texas and they were religious, without being the type who preached hellfire and adherence to church going. As I learned about their beliefs I found that more and more, I wanted to be someone of the same belief. One of the conditions was that I would be baptized. I'm sorry, but I don't want to go into any more detail on how this was done.
A date was set for this to happen and the night before when I went to bed a strange dream came to me. San Jose has lines of foothills on both sides of the valley, and a tall mountain to the southwest called Mount Unumhumm. In my dream a male voice called my name over and over and found myself walking into the foothills and following roads until they ran out and I was following gravel roads and old game trails. As I climbed, the voice became louder and more commanding. I was very tired and afraid but I couldn't deny that voice. I kept climbing.
When I got the to top of Mount Umunhumm at last I was standing in front of a cave. There was snow around on the ground but there was a dull orange glow coming from the cave entrance. As I debated going in, a man emerged from the entrance and smiled at me. He was the most beautiful being that I'd ever seen.
In my mind, he asked me to follow him inside the cave so I dutifully walked behind him. The glow inside the cave was a massive furnace or crucible and I could hear screams coming from it. He smiled in delight at the sounds and in his hands were masses of flowers. One by one he would take a blossom and throw it into the fire and horrible despairing cry came out. I suddenly understood (I don't know how, I'm sorry) that he was evil. He had such joy at destroying beautiful things. Then I understood that the flowers were a metaphor for people who were being consumed, along with all of their hopes and joys and sadness.
I said "you are the evil one" and he laughed as if I were a particularly stupid child. Then he held out a flower to me and told me to throw it in the flame. I would have a good life and money and no sadness if I did this. He told me that this was my choice and the only time I could make it. He was so beautiful and so majestic that part of me questioned if he was really evil or my mind was twisting what was happening. I prayed in my mind silently as suddenly he was changed. There had been a blonde man with blue eyes and a smile with all of the love in the world contained in it. It faded and in it's place was a tall being who seemed to be made of shadows. It had red eyes with the kind of ferocity that you would see in a caged tiger. It laughed at me and saliva dripped down over it's sharp teeth. I felt all of the sorrow of those people and my whole soul shouted NO NO NO. He laughed and told me I would find hell in my life and good riddance to me. In my dream, I ran from that cave and out into the brushy hillside. I ran all night, ran down the trails, then roads, then the streets until I reached home.
I remember nothing more until I woke up the next morning, very early. The whole memory was in my mind. The room was destroyed as if a great tornado had come through. Everything knocked off the walls, furniture upended, clothes thrown from the dresser all over the floor. The strangest thing was my hands were covered with scratches and cuts. My feet were bruised and dirt covered as if I had walked miles and I was still in the clothes that I had worn the day before, minus my shoes. I had gone to bed in pajamas, but my clothes had been on a clothes hamper next to my desk.
At this time I lived with my parents and my sister. They had been home all night. I asked but they noticed nothing unusual. The house alarm had been set all night. If I had been sleepwalking it probably would have been set off. Of course I didn't tell them the depth of what had happened. I asked if I had ever sleepwalked or if they had heard any noise. No one noticed anything at all. The bruises stayed for a week or two along with the cuts. I never had this type of dream again and no I'm not bipolar or schizophrenic. It simply happened one night and stopped when my choice was made. I leave any judgement up to you, the reader. The flip side of this is that not long after, I was given proof of good. A genuine manifestation of it that I saw with my own eyes if anyone is interested. Thanks for taking the time to read this.