Understand My Dreams

Dreams justice

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 saw this little boy...or little girl...I'm not sure which. And they were in a bath and they dunked their head under the water and came back up and their arm had turned into a second baby. Left arm. And the kid tried to drown the baby that their arm turned into, reaching over with their other arm to push it under the water, and it bit the kid. The next thing I see is the kid playing in what looked like some sort of really old graveyard. Just walking in circles with a little toy before weird chantings started coming from it. And I saw these glowy people come from nowhere, looked like old soldiers, and I remember thinking "hey...the good guys are here" and they circled the child and the child said something like "demons, come into me" and they repeated the command and finished by saying "we are demon" as in singular And this child said justice, come to me and the walls and everything turned bloody, and said winter come into me and the life was sucked out of everything. Now, throughout this entire dream, I felt a type of malicious evil that I have never experienced in my life. I've had nightmares before, but I've always been relieved when I awoke from them. Not this one. The evil I felt inside that dream will never leave my mind.

I was this giant man looked kinda like a Native American anyway I killed tones of people some of which were innocent (not good) anyway so I then had to sit trial but when I sat trial I became me again and I had to explain to people that it wasn't me but that this had happened before someone had tried to frame me and this was happening again now. But the people sat behind me had lost their father to this man so wanted justice. I was declared innocent but had to be watched in case I turned back into this man. Anyway these guys weren't happy with that so they tried to kill me with snakes but I caught them and then I woke up!

I have a sister that hates me. My father died and she took my inheritance from me along with my brother's. I had his power of attorney and she took him to another town and had him make her his power of attorney along with the executress of his will. I dreamed that we were on a bridge, a very high bridge in a car in which she was driving. Cars were backed up and people could not get by.The cars were not moving. She maneuvered the car around the others and she started driving up the bridge. A black dog was running in front of the car. I looked ahead and saw that a span of the bridge was gone and I started screaming for her to let me out . The doors were locked and I could not get out . I pushed and pushed on the door but I could not get out. I looked art her face and it had the most demonic look and the most evil smile I have ever seen on her face. I yelled at her ..you want to kill me and I woke up. I can't get this dram out of my head. I have tried communicating to her by phone, emails and mail but she will not respond to me. All I would like for her to do is to give me and my brother our inheritance. I don't hate her. I have prayed and asked god to help me remove this bitterness from my heart. All I want is justice for me and my brother.

My name is Imieh Justice Gerald I had a dream on 9/01/2018, in the dream I was set to travel overseas (UK to be precise) I was at the airport and I entered the automated human scanner holding only a phone which I dropped in a rubber pale and passed through the scanner. I passed through the scanner but could not go over to where the rubber pale took my phone which was on the other side. I could see but couldn’t reach to the other side where am to board. Suddenly I found myself in a hospital, so I began to roam around the hospital to find the way to the other side where am to board my ticket. While I roamed I came across a section where everyone there was an albino, as I walked on I entered a morgue where they kept dead albinos. At the tail end of the morgue was a door that led to a boy’s only secondary school, I took the door out of the hospital and was in the school classroom area. While standing out confused I suddenly noticed I was in front of the automated scanner where I started earlier. This time I saw an old school buddy whose name is Michael Aiyegbusi, I told him my ordeal, how I was supposed to travel, needed to pass the scanner to the other side, losing my phone in the process, other details I mentioned earlier and also as my flight might took off already Suddenly the scanner was now on a higher ground, I was looking up to it and was no longer on the level I was. There was then a stair on my level where I could climb to reach for a small narrow window sized opening which was under the automated scanner. I took that path in and I as i was under at this time Mike had already passed the automated scanner and I was looking to him up. Then he spoke to me to jump so he could help me up but I could not jump high enough. Then I continued on the path underneath which was a much longer route for me to the other side where the airport was. Then I finally reached him at the other side at the airport, he consoled me while I pant, then I woke up. The most thing unique about this dream is i usually don’t remember my dreams. I only have the knowledge that I dreamt. But When I woke up after this I remembered it in full detail and a voice spoke out, the voice was so clear “Write it down!!” With sleepy eyes I wrote it down. I have so far not shared this with anyone.

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