I've been dreaming a lot lately. I've always been a very vivid dreamer and am perfectly capable of shaping what I dream about. I'm the sort of person
who likes to seek out all forms of information and with that being said I would like to share what I have been dreaming about because I am unsure if
its something like lucid dreaming or I'm just going nuts.
It all started with a dream I've been having since I can remember about a basement. It doesn't matter if the basement is the same or not in each
dream because whether its behind a door or through a crawl space its that same damp blackness. On one occasion I was dreaming of my grandmothers
house, she used to have a clear glass door leading down to her basement where she did her arts and crafts. Trust me when I say there was nothing
sinister about this place in real life, it has a big open space where she had her library, a door that led to the room where she made stain glass, the
furnace room and a door to the crawl space.
I already knew that I did not want to go down those stairs, I had this freezing feeling in my legs and swear I even felt myself sweat but I couldn't
stop my feet. I ended up in the crawlspace, I had to crawl through and I remember crying because I didn't want too. It smelled like wet damp earth and
was freezing cold, I just knew whatever was in there wasn't good. I closed my eyes before I entered the darkness and cried more as my feet finally
stopped moving, I refused to open my eyes but suddenly I was in third person view. I could see myself crying and squeezing my eyes shut. I knew I was
underneath a house because I could see the floor beams above me but when I looked at what was in front of me I suddenly couldn't rip my eyes away. I
didn't see anything but I felt pure fear as I stared on into the darkness for what felt like forever before I woke up.
The most recent dream I had is the only one that has lead me to even think a demon could be a possibility is because of the detail and symbols I
dreamt of. It started with me just on the side of a street in my hometown, I knew where I was immediately and realized there was a little girl talking
to me with her mother.
"Look for 22nd street." She told me. "Run and make sure you don't talk to anyone." I was confused at first because I was yanked out of a perfectly
nice dream to endure an almost apocalyptic scene of our main street. I listened to this little girl because the way she spoke made me feel like this
It seemed like it took me forever to head across the street towards the East side of our town, but as I was crossing I saw people leaping out of
windows breaking them and cars exploding. I had no idea what was going on and ran, just like in real life I came to the abandoned Dairy Queen we have
here, and suddenly there was a different alley than before.
I was curious and wondered if this place was what the little girl was talking about and followed it. I turned the corner and came there were two long
shelves on my left and right. I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up even though I was dreaming, the shelves were filled with porcelain dolls
in their pretty dresses smiling at me. Some had cracked faces, others an eyeball missing or the hair was ratty but they all started to laugh and I
walked past them. I didn't look at them or anything because I felt scared but what I heard next was what made me feel like this was some sort of night
terror. All the dolls were facing me, their mouths all wide open and I swear I heard thousands if not millions of voices screaming for help and
I looked back and as I realized as it was closing, those shelves made a gate and sealed off my only exit. I stared straight ahead of me and saw a lot
of people to my relief. At a distance everyone looked normal, I thought it could have been a bar crowd but as I got closer there seemed to be
something really off about the alley and its loungers. I can't pin point what it was but there was an eerie blue light around me. It reminded me of
the way a dark room glows red but of course this was blue.
I walked up to the only person that made me feel somewhat comfortable by first glance. I pushed through a group of people who didn't seem to notice me
and approached the woman dressed in pink from head to toe. It was clear she was a prostitute, she wore a feather boa. Don't ask me why I felt more
comfortable asking the pink haired prostitute than the many others around her but she stood out to me. I am female so do not mistake this as some sort
of lustful approach. I simply asked for the directions of the street I was looking and only then did everyone seem to notice me.
I couldn't hear what any of them were saying, it was sort of blocked out like background noise but it came in loud and clear as soon as I had spoken.
I was lost in the confusion for a second and lost concentration on what they were saying, only watching them all push towards me. They were all
laughing and joking.
"I'll show her the way." one bald, broad shouldered man wearing a brown jacket put his hand on my shoulder. Others were saying they wanted to take me
I just looked at the pink haired woman's eyes, golden eyes with slits for pupils like cats but with three black dots on each side. I had a thought
that these could be in fact demons and panicked for a second. It didn't take long but the gate opened and a figure came through lightening fast,
making the others vanish just as fast.
This new man was a pale blue color, he wore an outfit sort of like a mages, with gold embroidery around the sleeves and a golden symbol on his chest.
I didn't even look at the face because the symbol against the black cloth caught my attention. It kept changing from one different symbol to the next
and I tried hard to memorize what I was seeing. Later on when I did some research, just simply looking up "demon seals" I recognized one as being a
Seal of Solomon but I cannot remember which one it was.
There's more to the dream, the middle, but I'll skip ahead to the more important part which is the end. I was led into a hotel room by a man, not
sure what his face looked like because for some reason every time I looked at him I could only see from the color up. He wore a nice tan suit that's
all I know, like a business man or something. He sat me down on an chair in the middle of the room facing a t.v. which he hastily turned off and told
me he had to go. I felt like I didn't want this person to go but he bent down and kissed my lips.
"I'm having a party later. Come over when your ready just go through the red door." and he left me alone in that hotel room.
I remember this last part clearly because the world and dream around me seemed to slow down drastically. I stared at the door after it closed and paid
attention to the three t.v's on the left of the door, on the door, and to the right of the door. I realized I was watching a few of my friends as they
were at work and on other screens there were images of my childhood all playing like an old film on a projector, black and white and silent. As I
realized what it was the rooms just starting breaking away and I woke up...
Ever since recently I've been plagued by dreams of strange shadow beings being in the room with me while I sleep next to my fiancée. Anyone want to
way in on this? Keep in mind I'm being 100% honest and if you don't believe me then its okay.
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