Vern’s nightmares are a direct result of his soul being taken from him.  He will witness in his dreams what his soul encounters and sees. 

The first nightmare, night of 9/20/07:

“What is that?  Is that a sound?  Is that a rush of air, and why can’t I feel my legs?  Oh god, I can’t feel anything!” you begin to panic, but there is no adrenaline rush.  Random thoughts keep entering your consciousness, and you cannot make heads or tails of what is going on.  You will your eyes to open but nothing happens, nothing but darkness and cold.  You are very cold, but you aren’t shivering.  This is coldness to the deepest recesses of you, and you have never been this cold before…or this afraid.

A glimpse of light catches your attention, and then you wish you were still in the darkness as you witness a horrific sight.  Much worse than seeing all of the dead bodies back in Copan, much worse than seeing and being touched by the shadowy creatures in Zaragoza, and much worse than the darkness and cold. 

It must have been days or weeks since you have been “floating” in an entirely dark and cold space hearing noises.  If only you could see and feel you might be able to shake some of the terror that you have been emotionally feeling.  Is that light?

The light is so bright you try to shut your eyes to shield them from the penetrating intense and horribly painful light.  Your eyes do not yield to your mental commands and the intense pain continues, but your vision begins to adjust and clear to your surroundings.  You realize clear is not the right word for what you can see, because your vision is hampered by the blurriness all around you as if you were looking through wax paper.  You slowly begin to take in your surroundings and realize you are looking up into a room, and you are apparently in a wood crate looking through the now opened lid.

Sound begins to rush in and attack you as you realize this is the first time in a century that you have “heard” anything, or at least it seemed like a century.  The sound is so penetrating that you feel like your eardrums should have exploded already, but the sound continues to get louder and louder…and then you start to realize that the sounds you hear are words spoken from a deep and commanding voice from outside your box.  You somehow adjust and the pain diminishes.

You think, “What did the voice say?”  You don’t have time to try and decipher the words, as you are now floating in a room being held up by two enormous hands that are attached to the largest person you have ever seen in your life.  You now fully understand why everything looks blurry.

 The second nightmare, night of 9/21/07:

“What did he say?  He said my name!  He knows my name!”  The name he spoke to you was not Vern Goldstein or anything that resembles something the human tongue could pronounce, but it was your name. 

You look around you as the giant of a man continues to hold you aloft in the palm of his enormous hands.  The intense light that was hurting your eyes has dissipated as you determine that the light sensitivity you experienced was due to being surrounded by total darkness and then emerging into a dimly lit room.  Your eyes have adjusted and you can see things somewhat clearer now although still blurry. 

You try to look at the man holding you, but find yourself averting his gaze in a panic of self preservation.  Taking in your surroundings you find yourself within a dimly lit room that is generically square in shape.  Flickering candles placed on an intricately carved desk illuminate the room with wavering light.  Streams of wax have spilled onto the desk and formed a solid wax fall from the top of the desk to the floor. 

From behind you, you hear something that sounds like air swirling debris around on a floor, and you quickly look that direction.  The air itself has taken shape, constantly swirling around in a tornado like pattern, gently picking up dirt and debris into the mini funnel cloud, and finally the debris settles back down to the floor as the air currents are not strong enough to hold aloft the matter for any length of time.  Near the top of the funnel the dirt and debris appears to swirl into a pattern that resembles a face.  “Oh my god!” you exclaim as you realize that this is the very being that captured you so long ago in that basement. 

The air being laughs aloud, a laugh that sounds like wind howling through trees.  In the same eerie howling voice the being says, “No I am not your god, but you will wish that he had the ability to save you.  Here he is powerless.”

The giant man holding you laughed abruptly in response, “Samael don’t frighten this poor soul.  We must keep the host alive until we are through or the soul will pass on.  Each time we frighten him, his host dies a little more.”  His booming bass voice echoed throughout the room.  The giant man again speaks your name that is not a name, “…must look at me, and take in my essence and all things that are me for you must accept what I look like now or your body will surely die.  You have the strength to face me and you must.  If you cannot face me today, then when the time comes you will be no good to me and you will be lost forever.  You don’t want to be lost forever.”

Your will bends to his desire and you look at him.  His looks are striking for a human; however he looks twisted and evil.  The skin tone on his face is ashen colored and deep dark crevices are etched into his face giving him a complete dark sinister appearance even while smiling, and he is smiling at you now.  This tall and lean human is wearing a vest made of leather and steel rings and a long crimson cloak.  There are four chains attached to the front of the vest, two are attached on each side of the chest where the pectoral muscles are pronounced and two are attached at either side towards the waistband of the vest.

 The chains run from the vest down toward the ground and each of the chains is attached to a steel collar.  If you could have vomited you would have, because each collar is firmly attached to the neck of a shriveled, nearly lifeless, body of a child.  Suddenly one of the children appears to have a minor convulsion, whimpering in pain, as it seems to shrivel a little more while you watch.  You look back at the man in abstract shock and horror, and realize that the dark crevices upon the man’s face have disappeared and his skin tone is no longer ashen.  In fact you have a hard time believing that this man could do something this horrific to children, because he seems to radiate goodness now.

Quickly looking away from the beautiful radiating face, enrapturing and horrifying you, you see something that catches your eye.   To the left of the desk is a free standing mirror and you can clearly see the side reflection of the man in the mirror.  In his hands he is holding what appears to be a misty globe of light.  Looking closer at the reflection of the globe you see something staring back at you.  Panic consumes you as you realize...

The man interrupts your thoughts and says, “Samael take him back to your realm and guard this essence.  Being separated by such a great distance also harms the host, and we cannot have that.”

“Yes master.”

The third nightmare, night of 9/22/07:

You are adjusting to the cold darkness again as you grow bored and feel like you could go insane at any moment from the sheer boredom you are forced to endure.  All you have is your thoughts.  You have no body, no physical world to interact with, and you have tried to reach out and with your mind to find other things that might interest you or allow you to escape.  Nothing has worked.  You feel like you might be confined to this cold dark prison forever. 

The only thing that keeps you hanging on is that you know you are needed for something.  Perhaps the radiant man will free you after he is done with you.  You have completely rationalized that those children chained to the radiant man must be completely evil, and he is punishing them for their misdeeds.  The radian man is too full of life and energy and goodness to do otherwise.  You have determined that he is a good and powerful man, and you must do his wishes.  You know you will be rewarded, you can feel it!  Is that light?

The light is so bright you try to shut your eyes to shield them from the penetrating intense and horribly painful light.  Your eyes do not yield to your mental commands and the intense pain continues, but your vision begins to adjust and clear to your surroundings.  You realize clear is not the right word for what you can see, because your vision is hampered by the blurriness all around you as if you were looking through wax paper.  You slowly begin to take in your surroundings and realize you are looking up into a room, and you are apparently in a wood crate looking through the now opened lid.

Sound begins to rush in and attack you as you realize this is the second time in what seems like another century that you have “heard” anything, or at least it seems like another century has passed.  The sound is so penetrating that you feel like your eardrums should have exploded already, but the sound continues to get louder and louder…until somehow adjust and the pain diminishes.

You float through the air, riding on a debris filled palm of air, and you can see where you are headed.  You are placed into a round global shaped cage which is attached to a length of chain.  The chain and cage slowly rise into the air, and the chain is wrapped and attached around the spinning vortex of a mini tornado.

The round global cage that now consumes you is continually jostled with the air currents that buffet the cage.  You realize that you are now slowly “orbiting” the vortex of the mini tornado.  After a while you figure out how to position your “essence” inside the globe cage where you can keep a steady view point and can now focus on your surroundings. 

The view around you is of the basement in Zaragoza, Spain.  At least you can see something, but it is still so cold…

The fourth nightmare, night of 9/23/07:

While whirling in orbit around the vortex, you realize that you are in darkness again; however this darkness is not all encompassing as when you are in your box.  Your vision can adjust to this darkness, and you see shadows lurking around the columns and crates within the basement.  A crack of light illuminates the stairway. 

A silhouette female figure descends the stairs into the darkness below.  An arm reaches into the bag slung over her shoulder and pulls out a tube approximately 10 inches in length.  Her thumb moves along the tube until you hear an audible click, and the tube shines light into the basement.  You lose sight of her as the vortex deftly slides behind a pillar…taking you with it.

You hear her breathing as she takes step after step into the basement.  You feel tensions rising, and you can tell that her heartbeat has become elevated.  The light flicks back and forth throughout the basement as if the female is searching for something in the dark.  Then you hear her scream out in pain.

The vortex carries your orbiting globe back into line of sight to the girl.  Two shadowy essences are backing away from the cowering woman.  You recognize this woman from a previous lifetime, or at least it seems like a lifetime ago.  You know her name…what was her name…

The vortex has a voice, a voice you have heard before, and it is chanting similar sounds and vocabulary that you heard when you were captured, “Opprimo Necto Anima”.  Before you is a clear globe made of a glass like material.  The female screams out in pain and terror as you watch her essence tear away from her body and proceed to float towards the clear glass globe.  Moments later the essence of the woman, her soul, begins to enter the glass globe. 

Held before you on a debris filled palm of air is a misty globe of light.  The debris filled hand gently lowers the glass globe into a globe cage and attaches it to the chain you are attached.  Swirling around the vortex in unison, you and the female’s essence create a bastardized binary cluster that orbits the vortex.  You remember her name…Mandy Schultheiss.