I am reminded here of a simi-reccuring dream I used to have from when I was about 5-7 years old. I would seem to "wake up" in the darkness, though still dreaming, and a woman dressed in a black robe would be standing at the foot of my bed holding a book. The way she would look at me with her eyes "terrified" me, and would actually wake me up in horror. When I was 7, one night I grew tired of my fear of the dark, I got out of my bed and stood in the middle of the room in pitch blackness, I outstretched my arms and welcomed the dark and everything in it. Almost immediately a warmth and peace washed over me and I became friends with the darkness. This was my first step into the realms of the occult world. After that night I never dreamed about that particular woman in black. In ancient Egypt one of the Forms of Set was Sender of Nightmares.
