Dreams grandparents

I always dream about my grandparents who have both passed away. They are always ill in my dreams, and there is nothing i can do. I see blood in everyone of these dreams and i don't understand them.

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.

Deceased great grandfather and grandfather in grandparents old house . Gave new 50 dollar bill.

Smoking a cigarette on my grandparents old street from when i was growing up with my bad dog who had to be put to sleep and there was a throne and i sat in it to smoke and then the last time i smoked there was a Kings cape and a crown i wore and a man came out of the house in front of the throne and he had a little dog with him who i was afraid would get attacked by my dog but instead the man gave me a disapproving stare and went inside

I was with a sister and a friend. Their faces were blurry, so I couldn't recognize them at all. I just knew who they were. We were in my grandparents old house, and it was a perfect match to what it was in real life. My parents were upstairs sleeping, and us 3 stayed downstairs until later. We saw on the news that morning that it was the "Night of the Savannah" and to take caution. We looked it up, and found that it was a creature that visited your house at night and tried to hurt you. That night, we were turning off the lights to head upstairs. We all walked out to the dining room from the kitchen, and my sister was attacked by a large black shadow with bright white eyes. It squeezed her, shook her, and she screamed. The more she screamed, the more she was hurt. My friend fled to the living room, and the shadow then did the same to her. I ran and smacked the shadow, and it turned on me. It grabbed a hold of my neck, and every time I screamed louder it squeezed harder. Eventually, I grabbed its neck and it began screaming as well. An ear piercing, horrible scream. It wouldn't die, my friend and sister started shooting it and stabbing it. I wound up slamming my hand over it's mouth and it stopped screaming, and then started to fade into dust. My sister and friend were beating and shooting at the air, and I was still screaming, feeling like something was still touching me.