posted on Apr, 30 2011 @ 09:12 PM
Okay, I had this dream, which has some what been eating at me when I give myself time to think about it. I know in some of my last posts I've laid
down that I am a skeptic yet I have my curiosities and I have an impatient and probably potentially "harmful" streak for wanting answers NOW! I
don't like intrusion, paranormal or otherwise. Maybe that's why things have stayed away from me, but when they do come along they "speak" their
piece "loudly" and clearly (well clearly at least to others around me) and then huff off into where ever the heck they came from anyways. I got
some insight on the Shadow and Dark Orb piece I wrote about my experiences. Now I am sending out this little tid bit.
As I have stated before I had a dream that has been gnawing at me. My dreams, well the majority of my dreams mean nothing to me really. I usually
have awesome hair forget how to drive and my teeth fall out...Oh and theirs usually a unicorn-bunny or two. But this particular dream...I'll just
I am in this large white house with two friends. The place is trashed inside and the roof was blown off. There is a party going on, which I am
already uncomfortable with because the guests are kinda abrasive and crude. The host of the party was a kid I kinda knew in real life in high school
but only by appearance. He was this 6 foot+ tall guy with a green mo-hawk. Hard to miss him, he happened to also be best friends/boyfriend with my
friend who is also in my dream only at the time I didn't know her (different school) when I knew him. In my dream my friend is having problems with
her husband and went to this party as a way to rebel against his controlling behavior, she brought me along to be her "conscience" if she got to
drunk. A duty she'd leave to me to do many time in the waking world before. Our other friend in real life and in dream is the kind to egg on this
behavior. The host is flirting with my married friend while mocking her husband by making fun of the faces he makes. I ask where the bathroom is and
am given this half hearted arm gesture to some direction, and I wander off. The house has a dirty brown carpet there's just mess and disarray
everywhere, as if its occupied by squatters yet it's surprisingly bright and vast. I roam endless hallways when I finally reach the end of the house
and look up at one of the areas where the roof has been blown off. The sky above is gray and it looks like its going to rain. I feel weird like
something bad is going to happen and find my way back to my friends.
Only when I get back to where they are they are in these strange epileptic-like strained and contorted positions along with the other guests they are
paralyzed like this and they are chanting. Their bodies bent over the dining room chairs and tables under another blown off portion of the roof. The
sky begins to flash lightening and in the sky above the clods blacken and swirl. at this point the host is no where to be found. I call to my
friends pleading with them to stop, trying to snap them out of this...thing. I begin to pray.
Now usually in my dreams when I feel something is evil I pray and the "evil" goes away and I wake up, not so with this one. Instead the Host comes
over to my right side out of no where and says "stop praying 'HE' is already here, God is dead". my friend laughs the whole lot of the guests
laugh and scream "God is dead". I stop praying, I wake up instantly I am in tears.
A few days later the Guy or the host of the party in my dream, shot himself dead in real life.
I have since told my other friend about this dream and she laughed it off and assured me she wasn't worshiping the devil, or having any kind of weird
cult blood parties lol. But she was in deep distress because he husband wouldn't let her mourn her friends death because of the "history"
OK well that's my story, any ideas, and again I ask why me?