Another Nightmare :/

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.

Nightmare.

Had a short nightmare last night. It was another paranormal activity one but it woke me with a start.

I felt the spirit, demon thing grab my leg and begin to drag me into a different room. I was calling out to someone, but I'm unsure as to whether I was asking for help or to not come after me in fear they'd have to go through what I was about to experience. Once in the room I felt the pressure of the demon upon me. It was dark and I was frantic expecting it to bite me at any moment.

Finally tired of struggling with the dark spirit and fighting to breath under all the pressure I remembered to command the spirit to leave me be in the name of Jesus Christ. Interestingly enough as I used all my might to find my voice to shout it out I woke up. Everything of course was dark and I felt for a moment the enemy release me. It also felt like the spirit was about to attack me again and I heard myself demand for the dark spirit to leave. Everything became calm again as I caught my breath. I wanted to close my eyes and try to fall asleep again, but I felt I needed to keep staring in the dark with all my determination and courage to show whatever it was I was not afraid and stood behind those words I said in the name of Jesus Christ.

Now when I reflect back to this morning and how it felt when I woke up... it almost feels like it wasn't a dream that I experienced. Like it seriously felt there was some dark entity there about me. Yeah I know that sounds weird and I'm pretty curtain it was just a lingering nightmare, but it still has me a bit weirded out. I haven't had nightmares in years and to have had 2 paranormal nightmares and one grudge like one in the past 3 months is getting to me slightly. I haven't been bothered by scary movies since 8th grade, or when ever the Tooth Fairy and Signs came out. Hopefully whatever is bothering me mentally will get worked out so I can sleep more peacefully in the future.

A Funny Lesbian Dream

I had this dream the other day and it was odd because I had a chick coming onto me and I wasn't all that repulsed by it. It was set like America's Next Top Model in which I was in a house with a bunch of other models. The one who was coming on to me looked very familiar, like I had seen her in a previous season but couldn't remember who it was. As luck would have it I saw an episode of ANTM today and it had the girl from my dream in it, Jael Strauss.

The funnier part was when I told Steven about the dream and two things the girl said to me. I talked the way I remembered her speaking in my dream. Steven laughed saying it was a great voice I gave the girl. However I wasn't so off when I hear the girl, Jael, talk in the episode. She has that stoner, surfer, spacey like tone to her voice and she's definitely hot when she's not being too extreme.

So here's what Jael had to say to me when in the dream (and try to imagine it being said in the same general tone I described her having):

"So like... your eyes are so beautiful. Your parents like did a great job at creating you."

"You and I like totally complement each other. Like... you have big boobs and I have pretty eyes."

I liked her better with brown hair.

 

Disturbed.

I'm having a horror movie moment. I don't know if it's the impending Paranormal Activity movie coming up that has me freaked out or just me feeling really awful about something that I would feel God wouldn't waste his time saving me. I don't know. All I know is this simple dream has me awake 2 1/2 hours before work when my body could use all the sleep it could get and not stress in the early morning chill.

What I remember most in the dream was I was with Steven at my house. We had gotten done doing something, but I wasn't sure what. We were on a couch bed, which was new to me, in my downstairs living room. We both were trying to go to bed but Steven kept talking and cuddling me very close. Eventually I got better sense and hopped off the bed saying my parents were trying to sleep and we were being too loud. So I decided to go use the restroom.

Once in the restroom I saw myself in the mirror and there was a huge tuff of black hair all over the back of my head. I turned around, or messed with the lights because there was a moment when I couldn't see the mirror and when I could again, the tuff had moved to the top of my head. I grabbed the black hair and tugged on it to see if it really was attached to me. Then I pulled it back and say the glare eyes of the grudge girl staring at me in the mirror. I screamed for my mom but with my die throat that I've been having each morning, a hoarse scream was heard... or not heard and as I tried to frantically open the door some force was keeping it shut.

When I finally was about to inhale a deep breath and swallow some saliva to coat my throat I helled out one more time. This time I heard someone respond in which what ever was preventing the door from opening decided to leave and let me go. I ran up stairs and told my mom to look at my head immediately. I was also convinced I was going to have that movie moment that even if you tried to show someone else to make sure you weren't crazy they weren't going to see what you just witnessed.

Luckily, my mom registered the black hair and after I instructed her to look at it pulled back she about panicked. We got up and were ready to go find some exorcist or somebody to help remove whatever demon I was experiencing. As we headed down stairs, I yelled to Steven to come along. As much as I'd rather him not see what I was seeing, I also wanted him with me.

Once down stairs though, I saw these freaky green, vine looking arms starting to dangle down. I grabbed them and tried having Steven hold them away from my face since I was convinced that they were the things that were going to strangle me or something awful. Unfortunately Steven didn't grab them when I first tried handing them to him and they fell, one conveniently poking into my right ear. I tried to pull it out before it could latch on, but once again was too slow and though I freed the arm, part of it stayed behind and I could feel it swelling in my ear. I was pretty much freaking out in full blown hysteria. If there was anything freakier than a demon girl attached to the back of my head, it was having an earwig or other foreign object with a mind of it's own get trapped in my ears.

Thankfully, yet sadly, I woke up from the dream. I was grateful to be in my room, in my bed, with my ear feeling empty and my head feeling like normal. Then I realized I was alone and it was dark. Suddenly the dream flooded my mind and next thing I know is I can't sleep for fear of going right back to that awful dream but couldn't just stay awake because my head is good at freaking out over nothing. I figured the better choice was to wake up and come down here to tell you all the story. Here's hoping a nap is coming my way today.

Go, Go, the Long Horn Way

"Go go, the long horn way.

Work it every day.

Go go, the long horn way.

*something...something something*

If you're not breaking a horn each day,

You're not living the long horn way."

Yeah, talk about a crazy dream and even crazier when you can remember the ending credits theme song to the movie mash up you lived through. The most I remember was it being a Wall*E and Chicken Little combined movie dream. I was in space and everyone on the spaceship was being evacuated on the note that we were going home now. Well once I finally got into my ball shaped pod and launched into space, I could hear the automated female voice instructing me (and everyone else) to continue to breathe deeply in our masks and count to 7. I had a little trouble getting to 7, but once there and seeing i hadn't passed out, I decided to look out the window. I could see everything from our ship had been released. It was then I realized that we weren't all heading back to Earth, but instead our ship had malfunctioned and the best way they knew for us to go was to have a us evacuate on the basis we were going home so we would die asleep.

I had no control as to what or where my pod was going, but I could see the other ships, cargo, and weapons of mass destruction barely passing my pod as I and everything else continued to drift about.

Well, as luck would have it, I ended up landing back on the planet we were already occupying before the big event. In fact, a good portion of everyone made it safely back to the foreign planet. This is when it began to shift to Chicken Little and I began to fade away because there were talking animal people everywhere and I began to watch the dream than be in it. One animal person in particular was a huge Bull who was telling everyone about how we'd take care of the planet and learn to live there. We did it once before, why couldn't we learn to do it again? So he was at the store and pulled something off the shelf near a cashier and asked, "Is this meat?" and the cashier shook her head. He then replies, "Of course it's not, we didn't bring any live stock or game with us when we left Earth so long ago," yet he was optimistic that we would eventually have meat once more after taking time to raise some herds. And then as the Bull and the other people were rebuilding the town they were in, he breaks out into that cheesy song.

"Go go, the long horn way.

Work it every day.

Go go, the long horn way.

*something...something something*

If you're not breaking a horn each day,

You're not living the long horn way."

Paranormal Activity Dream/Nightmare

This dream was pretty intense. It also was another dream within a dream, but not as dramatic as the one I posted last week (I'm starting to wonder if Inception is real). The dream started off with me and my best friend Amilyn (who was also a mix of my other friend Jessica) hanging out and I knew she was having a problem with a poltergeist. I started mouthing off, not taking the situation seriously and in the back of my head I'm thinking, hmmm, this probably isn't a good idea. Yet somehow the seriousness of the proltergeist was lost.

Next thing I know is I'm at a restaurant, like Wendy's, and I'm putting a birthday card into Amilyn's hand. I'm pointing out weird things about it. For one, it wasn't from any of her friends. Two, with it clearing writing on it, "I love you Amilyn," there was a note that wasn't there before saying, "I'll get you Meri." And for some reason in my dream it was important to note that the name Zach was written on the card too in very small, almost illegible, handwriting. But the threat to me magnified the realness of this poltergeist.

Then I was back at Amilyn's house with her and once more antagonizing the demon. I was trying to play the, "as long as I don't get scared by it, it can't harm me," idea which went very bad. I could feel the terror rise in my chest and feel my balance get shifty. Suddenly I was terrified realizing I probably pissed the poltergeist off. Suddenly I was being dragged to the other side of the room. I remembered one thing my mother taught me was that I could command evil spirits to leave me alone in the name of Jesus Christ. However, when I tried to yell those words my voice wouldn't work. I could gasp for air but my voice failed me. It was like the words couldn't even escape my mouth. Like trying to run in a dream but your legs are in super slow motion.

Thankfully my body decided to wake up. However I really hadn't. I was still having a bizarre dream in which I was walking around Pike Place and playing around a swing set and having difficulties getting a turn to use the restroom. I can't really place where or what those things had to do with the main part I remembered.

I had gone down stairs into my kitchen still feeling a tad odd about my dream. As I was in there, I was cooking and soon realized something wasn't right. I would put stuff in the sink and when I would turn back to put something else in there, it was gone. I figured the demon saw me antagonizing it in my dream but this time I was prepared to yell before it could stop my voice. In the biggest voice I could muster, I commanded the evil being to leave me in the name of Jesus Christ. I could feel the anger around me as I said those words with as much confidence as I could. I closed my eyes to keep my confidence, afraid I would see something that would weaken my faith, and loudly stated again. The tension in the air increased and I yelled the statement once more. My head was growing dizzy and when I finally opened my eyes, the cabinet doors were all open and the drawers all pulled out. In my dizziness it all looked like the kitchen was about to cave into me.

I quickly got out of the house and found my mom to fill her in on what was happening, hoping she'd be able to fix it. I had also told Amilyn that I had taken her problem... probably... So with this problem of mine, I ended up being at some house that had a frozen pond next to it. I was playing around by it with one of the boys I babysit. My mum comes out and yells to me to stay away from water. I quickly get to my feet and ran away. I looked back at the pond and could see a weird movement coming from the water. I could see the ice thinning and the little boy still playing around by it. I ran back to the pond to grab the boy but as I got closer I could see a bluish, white figure emerge from the middle of the pond and look at me with a look of happy revenge. The demon was bald and had black eyes. It was much quicker than me too. Right as I got to the pond edge, the demon had snatched the boy and disappeared into the pond with him. I swam in after it and was able to get the frantic boy from the demon with little trouble.

I swam back and got out of the pond with the distraught boy and got him to the safety of the house. When I looked back, the demon was coming out of the water and had the look in his eyes that he was gonna kill me. Next thing I remember other than trying to keep away was stabbing the demon with an icicle. It was odd though. The demon just looked at me and took the icicle and continued to cut and stab himself with it.

Then the lovely blaring of my alarm woke me up before I could see if I truly defeated my demon. It was a relief though to realize I didn't have a demon trying to torment me. As scared as I was in my dream it was kinda fun too being able to finally defend myself from the evil that was after me.

(The bold paragraph is there because when I later reread this post I was a bit weirded out when thinking about the recent Paranormal Activity movie at the time [which was Paranormal Activity 2]. I had this dream before that movie and the fact in the 2nd movie they had a seen where all the cabnets, drawers, and doors in the kitchen exploded open.)

Crashed and Bruised Dream

And I'm sure no one will read this, but some how being able to write it out seems to vent my thuoghts and feelings.

Had a dream that I was driving through Seattle and being incredibly reckless. Driving way too fast for the amount of cars on the road and not stopping completely before swerving out into the middle the road as I took right turns. Well on the second time I turned a corner too fast without fully stopping, sure enough the car behind me couldn't stop in time before rear ending me. But we were on a hill, so we kept sliding down to the next car. I could feel more impact from the cars behind the first that hit me, stacking up and could see 2 more cars in front of the one I just rear ended get added to the pile up.

Once all the crashing stopped I lay still not sure if I should move. My window shield had been busted and my whole head hurt. From the looks of what I saw in the rear view mirror was the right side of my face had a wicked bruise. It was rectangular and went from the top of my cheek bone and down my neck. I figured it to be the seat belt as it rubbed against me when I was crashing. On the left side I had all these cuts from the glass that also looked like a big burn mark, like my face got rubbed along the pavement. That went from the side of me eye brow to just below my jaw. (Oddly enough when I looked at myself in the rear view mirror this morning I relized how backward the wounds were. My left side of my face should hav had the bruise while my right side of my face should have been cut up.)

When I finally decided to get out of the car, knowing in movies you can't be too sure as to if your car is gonna blow up, and to get help for myself and to see who else was involved. Of course my legs weren't working normally, due to all the shaking they were doing. I felt so dumb to have been in such a reckless hurry. Yet the only other person I saw effected by the crash I just experienced was my sister in law. She was pretty stressed out and I wasn't able to hug her in attempts to comfort her.

It then hit hard that I was now without a car. My one car. I was home now and could feel the burden I created with my family by not having a car any more. I need one to drive those boys around and can't use the ones my parents have. I knew I was screwed. On top of that, I had to go to the boys house that I babysit at that moment. Luckily Steven was over at the time to help me with that. But that was just for a drop off.

As Steven took me over I saw myself in the mirror again and could only assume a day or two had past already. My wounds were looking a little better. The bruise was lighter and the cuts were scabbed. I was a little surprised no one was asking if I was okay.

Once at the boys house I found the home to be very dark. Like there was only a candle glow. After being there for a little while I was surprised to see my parents came to pick me up. They had a gray car that looked a lot like my car. It was undecided whether it was truly my car and my parents got it fixed or if it was a brand new car. Either way I felt horrible that they would go out and do such a thing for me when I was reckless in the first place.

The following days my relatives came over and day by day my wounds healed. I think that was the most interesting part of the dream. Seeing time go by and my slowly heal. It was a long dream too. When I woke up my track of time and days was a little fuzzy. I almost thought I truly was carless and hurt. But thankfully it was a dream and I am not dependent on rides or stranded. All I can get from it right now is to drive carefully, not to be in such a hurry that I'm going to endanger myself and those around me. And I'm sure the loss of my car has something to do with my recent loss of my lap top :(