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I dream my son was acting strange then when he hit me he had unusal force and i knew he was possessed i was struggleing with him saying i bind and rebuke you satan in jesus christ name leave the boy he answers you have no power to remove me if you want me to leave the boy give me your soul i say no but by the blood of jesus you have to leave the boy i keep praying and i see a white light on my hand as i pray and he leaves my son then my dream turns to were i get into a argument then a fight with a ex friend of mine we are at walmart and she is laying on the floor and i am thinking about how i am going to go to jail for beating her up this man walks by and grabs something from her he says i wont tell if you dont tell i say ok he says go now i get outside and its darker than its ever been i cant see anything i hear people talking about how dark is and how they wonder what is happening then the man who talked to me comes out he raises his hand and says go suddenley i can see my car i get in and it dosent want to crank i finally get it cranked and it starts snowing huge amounts of snow and its sticking as fast as it comes down i am going along and dont get far down the road and it stalls and dies and i discover the man from walmart behind me he is laughing saying i got you now it was satan turns out i hadnt just beat up my ex friend i had accidentley killed her when he reached down he had took her soul then i woke up

I'm at my grandma's beach house, a place that is very meaningful to me as in I might have my ashes spread there one day. I am looking down at the steps I have to get walk down and only view the stair case. I don't look up to see the beach or anything just the numerous amount of stairs I have to endure. When I look down at my feet I see that I am wearing roller blades. I hold onto the railing with my hands and inch forward ever so slightly with my feet. I make it safely to one step as I suddenly take a nasty spill on the landing deck (about 10 stair fall) I pick myself up and see all the stairs that are left for me to fall down. However when I am living this dream I am not seeing this first hand when I start to fall I see myself fall as an outsider creeping in the beach grass. When I go to pick myself up is when I creep back into first perspective. As I pick myself up and nurse my cuts and bruises is when I wake up.

I am a frequent 'epic dreamer'; and have more recently experienced 'lucid dreams' where I can change, or manipulate, my dream to my own liking. These dreams are sweeping and beautiful, massive in scale, and can feature mountain ranges, valleys, vast moorlands, oceans, islands, lonely beaches or beautiful villages in the snow. They seem to go on for hours, uninterrupted, and I can recall every single detail for years afterwards. They all, without exception, feature an enormous house (different every time) and nearly all feature sex with an unknown man, who is always different and doesn't look like anyone I know. The house is always huge, isolated, gothic, empty, mostly derelict, with hundreds of rooms and the dream predominantly features me, either alone or with this man, discovering rooms. I am always excited, sometimes sexually exicted in these houses; somewhere in the dream is the knowledge that the house belongs to me and I'm discovering it for the first, most exciting, time, and deciding what I can do with it. I explore attics, cellars, staircases and bedrooms, but I always seems to linger for a long time by windows, gazing longingly out the the incredible view, or by enormous fireplaces, looking into the flames. Sometimes the house is truly derelict and haunted but I'm not scared, just in awe of its beauty and amount of rooms. There is always a very lucid feeling of real excitement in the dream and this usually turns to sexual excitement as the man in the dream makes his move on me. It can be incredibly intense and romantic, and the feeling stays with me for days or weeks. Sometimes years! Less frequently (once a month maybe) I feel such intense grief in a dream I wake up with my pillow wet and I'm depressed for days. Yet I never know why I was grieving. The only feeling that remains with me is that I've lost something and can never find it ever again. Sometimes in my dream I decide it's not romantic or gorgeous enough, and I can go back and change the crucial scene to my liking. I am even discussing this in my dream with myself, saying 'hang on - I could have been more heroic or powerful in that scene. Let's go back and do it again'. So I do, but improve on the outcome. All my dreams are so beautiful, and so epic in scale and emotion, that they exhaust me and real life seems very dull and ugly and unromantic in comparison.

In my dream I had a significant amount of marijuana and wasgoing to my sisters house where I was followed by a cop. Nothing came of the cop he was just there. And then my first boyfriend was there. We became pent the night together and in the morning I had to drop him off at the jail so he could do 40 days. And in the dream my daughter which isn't his was his and after I was upset be aide he went to jail and I wasn't going to see her very often. And a friend had a studio and she was there and knocked over a glass vase and broke it and my other friends came over to help take care of her, so I tocld them to call Mr when she was ready to come home

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