About 15 years ago, I visited my grandmother and stayed overnight in her guest bedroom. Along with a couple other books, I'd brought Crowley's 'Book of Thoth' with me to read. I was up late reading it and finally got tired enough to sleep. I sat up on the edge of the bed with the book closed on my lap, with the back cover facing up.

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Before reaching over to turn off the lamp, I stared off into space thinking about what I'd read and how it fits into the big picture. Within a minute or so, I heard my grandmother, who had been sleeping in her bedroom on the other side of the wall, scream out in her sleep.

I quickly got up to see what was the matter. I opened the door to her room and said, "Grandma, are you all right?!" She woke up shaken. She said that she was having a terrible dream about a scary man standing over her at the end of her bed. She said he looked very strange with an unusual face and a stick in his hand. As she dismissed it as just a dream and went back to sleep, I returned to the guest bedroom with the following expression on my face and thinking: "HOOOOOOOLY SHIT!"