SECOND
idk how to start this. I think it's the oldest dream. It happened in HS but it's one of the worst feelings I experienced. I'll keep it short.
In the dream, I was in my hometown at night, sliding very low on the pavement. My body felt like a cloud of gas with two eyes. It was night but I could see everything.Everything was dark but in high contrast so I could perceive everything. I was very close to one of my relative's house and I was looking through the fence at her yard but the objects were strange, like the space was messed up somehow. For example she has an old school water well in her yard but in my dream it was hanging in the air and you had to climb a spiral staircase to reach the fountain and get water. It made no sense, the fountain was disconnected from the ground, how could there be water? I was just standing there, looking at it. And then, two beings came upon me.
First, these dreams are very rare, maybe 3 to 5 years apart or even further. The demons were always male and came in pairs. Once two beautiful blond 17-18? y.o, once two gypsy 5 y.o and once older black men. The two blonde ones actually used glamour to shimmer in the night, but I digress.
The worst ones I encountered were women-like. I don't remember what their features looked like, just the texture of their bodies. I shudder just thinking about it. I don't even know to to express it. It's like they were sculpted from wood, fully dressed, and painted over in color. The cloak of the one in the front was blue, like a sky blue. The one slightly behind her was in darker colors. Thinking back, she must have been lower in the ranking or a follower of some sort. They were dressed like bible people or roman fashion, idk. They moved normally but I knew they were wood because of the cracks in their bodies. Also, i think the paint was chipped here and there and I could see the brown wood underneath. I think the face was chipped also. I can't remember what they were wearing on their head. It must have been a head covering of sort but I think the hair was visible. Sculpted wood hair.
Their faces, as they gazed upon me were so cruel. The smile… not perverted but really corrupt. They weren't taller than average women, but I was looking up at them like they were ski scrapers, that's how big the difference between us were.
There was so much hatred and oppression in their faces, it felt like an entire building fell on my body. I woke up in my studio apartment
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