posted on Sep, 18 2014 @ 02:57 PM
First of all, I have NEVER believed in spirits. I've never been sure whether or not I was right, but I still can tell that, somewhere deep inside of
me, when I die, that'll be it for me. No afterlife. I'll just cease to exist. However, what happens to others is not all that certain, I guess. That
said, here we go:
A long time ago, I had a dream where I was in a house with my parents and my dog. It was like a reality show, where each room had a task. If we
didn't get the task done, we'd be attacked or cursed or something by some spirits, that was the premise of the "game". So okay, we got it all done
and it was all great. We left the house and it was revealed that the "game" was hosted by the spirits themselves and we had done all that so they
could be freed and "go on". I suddenly felt really cold and a voice whispered in my ear "the funny thing is that you still believe that we don't
exist". And I woke up.
Last night, I dreamt that I was in a hotel. People were living there, it was really dirty, the place had been abandoned. Suddenly, I was alone and I
felt there was something wrong, so I started running down the stairs. There was blood everywhere and I found a wall where this was written with blood:
"they have killed themselves here, so their spirits and their blood will remain here forever". I was really scared, but part of me told me it was a
dream, so I jumped from the stairs so that I would die and wake up.
I ended up returning somewhat to the dream once I fell asleep again. I was back in an abandoned hotel room with MANY people. I was helping them pick
clothes. Then, they said that a "police officer" was there and they were afraid he'd tell them to leave. He went inside our room and he couldn't
see the people with me. He did, however, see me. I was flabbergasted and asked him how he could possibly miss all the others, but see me. He said that
they were all dead, and that I could see them because I had been there when they killed themselves. I was told by him that I had to leave the hotel,
and so I did. Once again, I woke up.
As I fell asleep once more, I was somewhere else and the police officer told me that I could help them. I had to take a test and they'd be able to
get out of the hotel and "go on". I agreed to that and that was what I did. When I was done, they were able to leave the hotel. They were smiling
and happy. I woke up.
After that, I woke up for good, got up, had breakfast, read some stuff here. I was really tired, though, so I ended up going back to my room for a
nap. I dreamt about random stuff, like checking Facebook and my parents being mad at me for whatever reason. Then, the dream changed. There was
something written on the wall. It was a message. The person who had written that was telling me how they knew that the dreaming world was fun and that
they knew I did all sorts of things while I was there. But, since I was able to do so much in it, that meant that I could do stuff to help many of
So now... I'm freaking out a little. The dreams were NOT scary. The "spirits" were happy. I was not threatened in any way. I was, apparently, doing
them a favour by helping them move on. And yet, I woke up really scared. It was a terrifying experience, for some reason. And I know some people will
say it was just a dream. That's the thing. I love dreams. I used to practise lucid dreaming. I used to have a dream journal. I've had the most vivid
dreams ever. This felt different. I've had more vivid dreams than those two. But these felt real.
Anyway. I'm not sure what I want from anyone here. I just really needed to spit it out, in a way. As I said, I don't know what to believe. I'm not
religious, I don't have any beliefs. But... this felt different. I'm talking to my girlfriend about this and I honestly feel like I'm telling her
that I suddenly believe in Santa Claus.
So yeah. I guess I just needed to put this out there somehow. If you've read all this, thank you. And if you have anything to say about it, please,