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Holy crap a big weight just got

Holy crap a big weight just got lifted off my shoulders like seriously I don't dream allot but these dream where ominous- well, the dreams start in a cabin and its always snowing where we're at not just me and her - it's your family her my ex, my son and me. But out of nowhere this wierd guy " I never get to see his face" always blurry. Knocks on the door Demanding you go with him. And you always say no- because you don't know him. But at that moment is when it all gets so real. The face guy out of nowhere has a crew of people attacking the cabin to get in - and they do get in every time. Violence, death starts happening. At the end it's me you and Mika running threw the woods and I get hit from behind idk by what but I'm dying and begging you to go keep running and as I'm slowly fadding out I see her running and then a whole bunch of feet going after her

Holy crap a big weight just got

Holy crap a big weight just got lifted off my shoulders like seriously I don't dream allot but these dream where ominous- well, the dreams start in a cabin and its always snowing where we're at not just me and you- it's your family you, my son and me. But out of nowhere this wierd guy " I never get to see his face" always blurry. Knocks on the door Demanding you go with him. And you always say no- because you don't know him. But at that moment is when it all gets so real. The face guy out of nowhere has a crew of people attacking the cabin to get in - and they do get in every time. Violence, death starts happening. At the end it's me you and Mika running threw the woods and I get hit from behind idk by what but I'm dying and begging you to go keep running and as I'm slowly fadding out I see you running and then a whole bunch of feet going after her

I had a dream about being in

I had a dream about being in Switzerland with 2 Swiss gangsters of Turkish origin and Michael Corleone. We were in a hotel looking for a man named Federico. We came in demanding money from him with Michael being the most stern out of all of them. The gangsters then almost beat him to death. We then left the scene and me along with the Swiss Turk gangsters to the nearest train station. I then left alone and was probably in a random ghetto Los Angeles neighborhood sitting in a car bypassing a barber shop listening to a Drake song which does not release yet in real life.

me and my husband goto our in

me and my husband goto our in laws house, my husband is scared of snakes so he walk his way on the bench but i walk my way on the land with green grass. i see that the water from tap is flowing hence i close the tap. later my husband speaks to his step mother n demands for 1 lakh but his step mother does not speak to me as she ignores me. but my father in law speaks to me who looks tired n weak. he says will you fast & i say yes i will. he asks me what if i dont fast n then i get up

je suis un démon et je fait

je suis un démon et je fait des missions qui consistent à tuer les anges. Pendants une de mes missions deux anges (sœurs) m'attaquent et me blessent au bras donc je pars me réfugier dans un appartement abandonné. j'y retrouve l'un des anges, elle même blessée. Je l'enméne en dessous des escaliers et je lui fait l'amour. Elle tombe enceinte et me demande d'aller chercher du chocolat dans un magasin. Le problème c'est que je ne peux entrer dans le magasin.

je suis un démon et je fait

je suis un démon et je fait des missions qui consistent à tuer les anges. Pendants une de mes missions deux anges (sœurs) m'attaquent et me blessent au bras donc je pars me réfugier dans un appartement abandonné. j'y retrouve l'un des anges, elle même blessée. Je l'enméne en dessous des escaliers et je lui fait l'amour. Elle tombe enceinte et me demande d'aller chercher du chocolat dans un magasin. Le problème c'est que je ne peux entrer dans le magasin en question.

My boyfriend Nick, a co worker and

My boyfriend Nick, a co worker and myself are being held hostage by an unknown male. We are at my parents house, alone. He seems to be mentally challenged, gets frustrated and yells orders at us. In my dads garage he has my boyfriend In a chair and has me typing out a kind of list of demands or something on the computer, I'm not sure. As I cry, I explain that my dad will be VERY angry at us for being in his garage when he gets home. The unknown bad guy laughs and says he'll get him drunk or use this, and motions at a knife in is pocket. Nervously I sit down on Nicks lap and keep typing but Nick is slowly backing us up towards the door. The attacker notices this and reaches for a cable to tie us up. I cry and ask him not to. Suddenly, we are in a different part of the house with the same chair. As the bad guy gives me orders, I motion to Nick to run for the back door, he does very quickly. As the attacker runs after him I scream for my co worker to follow me into my old bedroom and try to lock the door, but the attacker is much stronger and forces his way into the room. I beg him not to hurt us and he knocks us onto the floor. With 2 ball point pens he starts stabbing at my legs and saying "I'm gonna kill you both!" When he motions towards my co worker I scream, "please, I'll do anything!" He reaches into his pocket and grabs a handful of permanent markers. He starts writing obscene things up and down my legs. He lifts my shirt and writes "I love sex" on my stomach. Before he can actually touch me, Nick is back in the room kicking him off of me! The rest is blurry but the bad guy was gone and my co worker unscathed except for one pen mark. I climb onto what is my old bed and everyone seems fine except me. I'm uncontrollably crying. When my parents get home they don't even offer a hug. I tell my mom what he tried to do and she starts recounting stories from when I was younger saying "you've always been sexual"! Only my older brother Dustin, who I haven't seen in 3 years holds me and tells me it's ok. And it's not until my mom sees me shaking and crying and lifting my pant legs to show her, that she realizes how very real and scary it all was for me. Then I woke up.

It always started with a vibrant color

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.