This one didn't have that overwhelming feeling once I woke up. I was on my bed sleeping and suddenly a dark entity I couldn't see lifted me up. It felt real and in the dream I recognized it to be the same demon from previous nightmares. It pulled me into the corner above my bed and despite feeling scared at first I felt myself dare it to do it's worst. I braced myself for whatever beating was to come upon me but then I fell back onto the bed. I could feel the darkness in my room stir with the unknown spirits about me and finally I went to my mum's room.
Oddly enough I didn't have that fear of waking her (like I usually do) and walked right to her bed and woke her up. I told her that I have been having these nightmares and now I believe the dreams are becoming true. I gave the details and my mum looked very concerned, but more in the "what has my daughter done!?"
I woke up after that point (or I forgot what happened next) and enjoyed the warmth of my bed. I looked out the window and saw no snow meaning I still had work in an hour. As I rolled back over to enjoy the warmth a few more minutes I then remembered the dream. I am curious why my head has taken such an interest in this dark entity. Like, Paranormal Activity was awesome to have seen, so why am I now having sporadic nightmares about dark demons? Is there something in my life that I feel I have no control over yet I am fighting to defy it? I just don't get it.
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