Understand My Dreams

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I was wiping salt off of a window sill and texting my boyfriend about sneaking thrugh my window. I got finished wiping the salt off and opened the window. Things in my room started to move around and I asked my boyfriend if it was him. He told me no and to get out of the room. I ran to turn on the light but it wouldn't work. I grabbed a cross, but it crumbled in my hands. I tried to state verses from the bible but randomly forgot them. This black matter then came and started hitting me from all directions and once it touched me, it sunk into my skin and I could actually feel it. Then I couldn't breath and fell to the floor and there was a pentagram painted on the floor with candles at each point. I started having an asthma attack in my dream and my heart kept skipping beats and I felt that in real life too. I got my sister and I pushed her out of the room and crawled out. I was facing a doorway and a ghost girl was standing there and my dream then flipped to somebody clawing off their face and the girl

I was walking barefoot in some slummy area of a big city with high rises all around me. The next moment I was in this building. I dreamed that I was in an opulent men's bathroom. It had beige-ish coloured marble floors and walls. Big mirrors all around. There were 7 basins. At each basin was a Jewish man. They were all dressed in black suites, white shirts, black hats and very bright blue shawls. Each basin had an arrangements of soaps and candles. All in white. I wanted to wash my hands in the 7th person's basin, but he refused. he told me to wash my hands in another big boxy basin. I refused. It appeared that they were preparing for some sort of ritual.

I feel like i have had a similar dream like this before and it bothered me. So i tried to talking to a friend about it but it was too much for them. The only bit i remember of importance was being in my little sisters room(my old room. which most of my past nightmares take place) i was watching her and the t.v in there just came on on its own. The screen turned into a sepia color and started playing this movie, it felt wrong, everything was off and i tried turning it off but it wouldn't let me. one of my past demons i dreamt about went flying across the screen and i ended up fast forwarding through it and then rewinding it to the beginning. to where small symbols were going across the top left of the screen. and there was this triangle in the middle. I finally gave up feeling safer but still on the edge. somewhere along the way i found this book in the room. i just...had it. And it was an old fairy tale in a different language again. It was still dangerous though, i remembered it from a past dream in an old library. In that dream it was on a reading stand surrounded by a couple red candles. Moving on though. For some odd reason i thought it would be okay to read it to my sister, and i couldn't hear myself but i was just chatting away. Even though i couldn't read it, i spoke it perfectly. at one point the book became too much and kept telling my sister to not read the book or watch the movie. it was bad, and she could get hurt. I then tried to get rid of the book by tearing it apart and planning to burn it, but the pieces every time i set them down tried to get away. As if they were alive, and i knew i had to destroy them. So i continued to tear and hold the pages close to me so they couldn't get away. and The movie stopped and just had this while line going horizontally down it. Then i woke up.

I was walking barefoot in some slummy area of a big city with high rises all around me. The next moment I was in this building. I dreamed that I was in an opulent men's bathroom. It had beige-ish coloured marble floors and walls. Big mirrors all around. There were 7 basins. At each basin was a Jewish man. They were all dressed in black suites, white shirts, black hats and very bright blue shawls. Each basin had an arrangement of soaps and candles. All in white. I wanted to wash my hands in the 7th person's basin, but he refused. He told me to wash my hands in another big boxy basin. I refused. It appeared that they were preparing for some sort of ritual.

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