The time I dreamt of Archangel Michael. – My light is still shining

April 27, 2026May 17, 2026 jaygirl

The time I dreamt of Archangel Michael.

It’s no wonder I don’t sleep much these days,<br>Judging by my younger years.

Nights filled with feverish fear, tears and literally trying to force my eyes to stay open.

The nights I had should, never should have become so prominent.

The pictures and videos that played as soon as soon as I fell asleep at night, should never have been endured.

The question isn’t how many nightmares did I have in a week? it’s more how many normal and nice dreams did I have, because those were very few and far between.

Sometimes they were random nightmares but mostly they would be so recurrent that I learned to see the signs.

Those recurrent nightmares taught me how to lucid dream, way before I even knew or should have known about what lucid dreaming was.

I would always feel like these dreams were real, like I was actually awake and that they were real.

Most of my nightmares would start the same.,

I wake up in my bed, it’s nighttime, it’s always dark but just light enough to be able to still see around my room and I always jump up and run towards the door to turn on the light.

I learned that if I was able to switch on the light and it worked that I was either in a good dream or I had actually woken up for real.

I think I was around 6 or 7 years old when I started to learn this pattern.

On the flip side, if I switched that light switch and the light didn’t turn on, or if the light switch flew up to the top of the wall where I couldn’t reach it,

Then I knew that I was sleeping , that this was a dream, a nightmare and that bad things were going to happen.

Even though my home life was bad, I would always run to my parents room in these nightmares at first,

By the time I would get there I would be hearing horrible roaring and ghost like noises behind me,

Terrified, I’d burst through their door, even though in my waking life, the rule was I always had to knock their door and wait for a reply.

My parents were never there and I’d always wake up at this point,<br>I think it was the fear.

I did learn as I got older how to wake myself up from a nightmare but when I was really young, I think I would get so scared that I’d wake myself up.

After a few recurrent dreams like this, of the light switch not working and me running into my parents room and them not being there, I tried a different route.

Even though it was quite dark, in these nightmares I started to run down the stairs instead.

Well I say run, it was more like floating down the stairs, I’d float down 3 or four steps at a time, down the passage way, out the front door into the night and run down the street.

All the while the horrible monster and ghosty noises getting louder behind me.

I never saw the monsters, they never got me,<br>I would always wake up, and I never looked behind me, never ever,

I was always too scared too.

I just knew that I had to run.

One night this same recurrent nightmare started, and I did my usual,

Jumped up, tried the light, it wouldn’t turn on and so I ran,

This time something changed, something non recurrent happened, something new.

when I got to the front door a man just  appeared out of nowhere , he didn’t block my path, he just appeared and stood against the wall on the right of me.

I stopped dead,

All of the horrible noises behind me either stopped or for some reason I couldn’t hear them anymore.

In fact any thoughts about ghosts and monsters left my mind entirely.

I looked up this man, he was white, wore white, like a long white robe, he had long blonde brownish coloured hair and he was smiling.

That smile felt warm, kind, safe and trusting and it was captivating.<br>I couldn’t look away even if I had wanted too.

He was bright too, I can’t really explain it, but it was like he was glowing, like he was emitting some kind of bright light.

Back then I used to attend Sunday school every Sunday at the local church, so I was a believer of God and Jesus and I remember thinking, "That’s Jesus!"

So I asked him. "Are you Jesus?"

And he laughed, replied. "No I’m Archangel michael, I’m here to help you."

And then I did something that I deeply regret, something that I have apologized to him a million times since.<br>I don’t even know why I did it and can’t comprehend that I was actually so rude to him.

I got quite angry,

you see in my young mind, out of everything I had learned about Jesus in Sunday school, this is how I had envisioned he would look , I was convinced that it WAS jesus.

and so  i pointed at him and said angrily.

"Fuck off, no your not, your Jesus, don’t lie to me!"

And then I didn’t even wait for his reply,

I just opened my front door and ran off down the road as usual and then shortly after that I woke up in my bed.

I never saw him in a dream again and it wasn’t until many years later that I began believing in my belief that our spirits leave our bodies and travel when...