Meeting A. the 2nd time

I recovered my memory of that night, but it still has a blurriness to it, and it still lives in a fragmented manner in my consciousness. Because of this, and because it still affecting me, I've been unable to put it into writing so far, like I did with the other parts of my experience. This will be my first attempt, and many of our interactions are mere fragments. This is possibly the case because of both the trauma, and the fact that the entire night I would get lost in my thoughts trying to assess if I was in immediate danger, or trying to figure out how to express what I needed to say to him. 

I remember stepping into the room, and I recall passing by a table that was pushed against the wall. On it there were all sorts of crystals in their raw form on display. I noticed this as I had only seen such crystals in their raw form on display in my parents living room. I think that as we were passing by that table he turned on either a table lamp that was also sitting on it, or maybe a floor lamp next to it. 

I also remember the two chaise longues in the middle of his living room. A brown leather one, and a red velvet one. I think I chose the brown leather one, because I used to have slight sensitivity to velvet. 

I nudged him to sit on the other chaise longue. I don't remember if he turned on a floor lamp behind me as he was intending to sit next to me, or if he got up to do that. I said early on that I was scared and I was trying to block the connection, because it all was very overwhelming for me. It all felt surreal for me right from the start, and but I only remembered the dream once the room was succumbed in darkness only lit by those two lamps. Here I was in that dimly lit room looking at a dark haired man sitting on a red velvet chaise longue right across from me. My experience was already overwhelming as it was, but after that moment it all intensified for me. I remember constantly losing myself in thoughts, trying to decipher if there was more to the dream, and if I was in immediate danger. I was aware that my fear of A. being the actual Devil was irrational. I actually believed that the man in front of me was the other half of my soul, or the trigger for that archetype in my consciousness, or even both. Even if I was aware of the irrationality of my fear it was overpowering enough for me to imagine how his house hadn't even been there before he met me, and how he had made it to magically appear there all so he could lure me in. I remember trying to keep my composure, and at least look like I wasn't completely insane. 

I remember trying to provide some context for my spiritual experience, but I think he became more and more suspicious as the night was unfolding. I remember I eventually ended up blurting out my spiritual experience, although I think I chopped it, because he was becoming more and more impatient with me. 

I don't remember when he began implying my fear was because he was Muslim, but I do know that I repeatedly said it wasn't the case. 

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This is as far as I can go for now.

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Because of where you are coming from on this site, I will say is that I felt my fears, and my feelings had no space, that I felt my spirituality was being mocked and ridiculed while I was being accused of religious prejudice, and that I felt belittled and verbally attacked to the point of near collapse, as he used language consistent with Eastern European cultural stereotypes later into the night.