I was going to a gas station to refill my car. Suddenly a man came and started to shoot and kill people with a couple of guns, with tremendous violence and madness. I was trying to hide in fear. The owner of the gas station tried to hit the shooter with a small container full of fuel. However, that container just bumped on the guy and arrived right next to me. The shooter,now out of control, shot the the small container which exploded violently in front of me. I didn't die, but I was burning alive, screaming in pain. The shooter saw and maybe to shut me up, shot me too. Yet, I didn't die. I woke up in a hospital alive, but completely disfigured from the fire. My face was completely burned, and so my body. My family was there and everyone was crying for me. I was crying too. Then I woke up(for real). When I was awake, I was shivering so much...
In a room, and there was a door. walked through door off of cliff small "monster" appears on shoulder an says I cant look like this in the other world, and I'm transformed into a gargoyle. who then climbs back up the cliff and onto a landing before being draped in a black cloak and walking through another door into a world of monsters. Monster on shoulder begins to get worried after awhile that I've been discovered because the locals are staring suspiciously. I walk up to one to ask him something against my mini monsters better judgement and before he turns around I awaken.
I'm in my room sleeping and i'm awakened by my father standing over me with a pillow ready to kill me
It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself.
Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms.
And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing.
I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough.
That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.
I'm in a car with my ex girlfriend and we are getting along really well which is unusual because our relationship ended poorly, she cheated on me. We begin to make out, but thats all. We then arrive at our destination, its a doctors office and two of her friends i dont know well are there. We all sit down in luxurious chairs and start being treated, i dont know what for. They realize it is my first time so they start injecting me with needles, tranquilizers, and i am awake but feel nothing. They then brand me with a number and i go into a sleep. Everything else is a blur.
Talking and doing and seeing things but am still a sleep not awake
A few months ago my friends dad killed himself. i keep dreaming that i'm awake in her bedroom and her dad walks in and i know what he's about to do, i try to stop him but he can't see me. the gun cabinet is kept in her wardrobe, i see him walk in there and i try to stop him but i cant. i try shouting and locking him in the wardrobe but nothing works, its like i'm not there. i see him leave the room with a shot gun then a few moments later i hear screaming then wake up
While laying in my bed im awakened by a touch or name being called
It all started when I was in an all brick school, one entirely unlike east. I was running all over the school trying to find the homework I lost, and was freaking out because I was late to class. Then, my teacher started screaming at us, and all of the students had to hide behind the big wooden desks, to dodge the pencils being thrown at us. I was so afraid I took up and screamed, and while I watched a pencil flying in the way toward my head, in the same moment I jolted awake.
Had a dream I was lay on a bed and asnake was moving all over me and I has ti stay really still so that it didnt bite me. It moved down near my feet and its tounge started flicking against the ball of my foot so I slowly tried to move my foot before it bite me but it sprung for me and I jerked my self awake
Understand My Dreams