posted on Jan, 15 2011 @ 08:40 AM
I generally do not post events such as these, as they are generally personal and of no consequence, yet this dream was so powerful, so crippling that
I feel forced to share what ensued just moments ago. Many may consider this foolish, many will assume that its made up, yet here is the event.
I was at a friends house, with a young couple I didn't know were seemingly very glad to see me, telling me to stay, its going to be fun, please
stay. But I was tired so I went to walk to our place to get some sleep, along the way there was another friend with his wife, I remember walking away
with them from the strange couple, thinking they were "too" friendly.
I fell asleep at some point and was at home, then I woke up feeling siphoned from as I began screaming in protest with a silent voice. I struggled
within this dream against unseen bonds; MMMMMR!!!! NRrrrR!! I heard hissing, and could feel bipedal figures standing around me, within this dream. I
could feel life force being pulled from me and everyone from earlier came into the room trying to calm me down as I was being siphoned, they preached
love, but I felt unsafe with them, against my will, I fell asleep, within a dream.
I was walking down a street with a friend, passing a gas station "we should work here together at this station, it would be fun". Yeah he said.
Lots of fun. We worked for a bit at this repair shop, welding together and painting a motorcycle frame. Suddenly a commotion behind us as things
started to go strange, the air brush had been knocked over by a cat and paint leaked everywhere as people began chasing this cat, I became lucid.
Why am I here, this is a dream.
Arguing in the shop was the group of mechanics and my friend - figuring out how to clean up the paint as I walked out of the shop after the meowing
cat, he was very muscular and fluffy. I picked him up saying "Hey little guy, its alright" Looking into his eyes I was horrified as it hissed and
clawed to escape. Feeling the pain, this dream within a dream faded as I felt wind against my neck and ears.
I woke up.. walking in another dream down an old war torn patch of land, a battle had been fought here and I could see the few remaining of enemy
soldiers blocking our way across a river - They were in some kind of bridge that was a fortress with multiple layers with archery points and walls
built to take cover with checkpoints across the river.
Suddenly I realized I had a companion with me, I needed to get this person across the river and I didn't know why. They were recklessly moving fast
through this enemy position telling me the army was gone, that it was safe - yet I sensed movements within the barracks.
Greco-Roman soldiers and centurion style warriors (About 5 or so) rushed forward taking defensive positions with bows while we were out in the open.
Praying as I ran torward the bridge, axes and bows appeared in our hands and we slammed up against a defensive position as hails of arrows rained
against our thin protective wall.
I remember looking into the other persons eyes, I think it was a she, and foolishly as arrows rained I sensed dread, as she ran from around the wall
towards the fortress and I could feel the nausea rise within me as I ran after her.
Time slowed to a crawl as I ran, arrows moved towards us with the speed of doppy butterflies and we zigzagged as if by magic through the oncoming hail
of arrows and thrown weapons, rising up the first flight of stairs my companion already began dispatching 2 soldiers but to my horror I could see the
other 3 taking their aim towards her. I screamed in protest "NO!!" And they retargeted me in vulnerable position, I pulled back a notched arrow and
left it fly into the soldier at the rear left part of the bridge wall - taking him in the shoulder he fell backwards out of sight.
Taking a long stick from by back which had appeared as I needed it, it was just a stick...but I threw that stick towards the 2 archers in such a way
that it spun towards them, cutting through their bows, arrows and bodies alike, they became dust. Hopeful silence appeared and as I breathed a sigh
of relief, I heard a scream and as I looked to where it came from. My companion was shot in the chest by the archer I thought I had taken, he was
alive, and angry, as I ran towards my friend, I was shot with a crossbow and I could feel the bolt penetrate deep into my internal organs as warm
blood began filling in around my lungs and I colapsed near my companion.
Dread filled me as I struggled to even move, and this 'very' angry roman soldier approached, screaming in a language unknown to be, implying that he
was going to enjoy this. I watched helplessly as he began to twist the bolt in my chest and as life faded from by body with cries of anguish and
screams of pain I felt my consciousness erupt outward as if in a fist bang of creation, a green mist filled the room as the body of my companion and I
I became lucid, This is a dream.
I forced myself back into the reality I thought to be real, not knowing the way back. as if moving through thick mud and breathing water out of my
own lungs to regain consciousness back here in this world, from a dream within a dream.
I lay there in bed my eyes were closed, panicking, the same feeling of drained energy, I could see without seeing - black shapes standing around the
bed, I raged in protest and as I did so a being stepped forward. I remember sleek, gaunt, dark features, but the most horrifying was the eyes of
pure black with a spec of pale yellow light for a pupil. He looked at me expressionlessly, standing but feet from the bed. I could barely breathe,
my eyes were closed yet there he stood, as if hoping I would fall back asleep.
Again I raged and drew a circle around me screaming within my mind "GET BACK" The ring was complete but I felt as if I was crawling with riggling
worms, he refused to leave, I said get BACK! he remained in protest, he stood up - still the eyes looked at me as if I was food. A booming sound
came into my ears, another voice appeared "Into the light, Into the light, INTO THE LIGHT! and to my surprise the room began filling with twisting
rays of darkness and light, the tendrils of both grappled and gyrated as I watched this figure (With my eyes closed) fade into the wall and
I lay there for long moments, trying to breath deeply.
This was a being of which I had no control, pushing me deep into a dream, within a dream, within a dream as he feasted upon what he watched. Nausea
filled me, and I could feel the memory of what just happened begin to fade, quickly I mustered the courage to open my eyes and see, pushing myself out
of bed, the sun has not yet risen, the room still felt very full of observers, nodding silently to themselves.
Grumbling into the living room, I turned on the lights and I realized I could barely see through my eyes, as if they had been gummed up. I rubbed my
face and sat down to begin recording this event, one of the worst ive ever experienced with negative entities.
An encounter with what I will call, a Dream Reaver
Nightmares? Sleep Paralysis? Hypnogogic Event? Doubtful - I know the difference.
I feel angry, enraged that this could happen in my own home. I'll be thinking about this for a while.