Getting dressed for church but realizing my robes still had blood on them from the last service. Looked for Mom to ask her for a clean set but my brother said she was busy sharpening the sacred knives.
Never before seen Bugs that I first thought were blood droplets. They were dark red and oval shaped. About the size of the end of an eraser. The reason I realized they were some kind of bug is because they were moving and spreading over my body. Mostly on my arms.
Coughing up blood
I dreamt about manticore rising from bloody water in my living room, it stepped on my mother to cause me and my sibling
Upside down bloody handprints going down my wall
Shot in the forehead felt the bullet left my body saw me laying in blood
I dreamt a wildhog mother and small wildhogs chased me up on a tower I kicked them so they fell down and died. Then I butchered them and ate the flesh but it was bloody
In my dream I was assisting the High Priest during the Samhain rituals. We had already drawn the first set of veves in blood and were preparing to draw the sacred pentagram in semen when one of the sacrificial offerings got free from his bonds and tried to escape. We had to stop the semen collection process and run after him and it ruined the timing of everything.
My mother and I had just drawn the blood pentagram and were about to begin the ritual when she suddenly realized her knife was too dull and asked me to go sharpen it. It took me a long time to find the whetstone and sharpen the knife and by the time I returned my mom had become so bored she'd untied the sacrificial victim and was playing checkers with him. Then I woke up.
A week or so after doing a past life regression video and shortly after my miscarriage. I had a dream about a guy trying to either take my children or harm them(can’t remember exactly which) I only remember knowing I needed to protect my children. I fought with this guy and managed to somehow grab a fork and get on top of him and stab him repeatedly in the neck. It felt so real. I still remember what it felt like. It was tough at first. A little tougher than stabbing a raw steak. And I can still smell the smell of the blood and flesh. I remember the guy being on the taller side and thin and wearing a ball cap and blue jeans and long sleeve shirt with sleeves pushed up. I didn’t know the man. Never seen him before in my life.
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