posted May 01, 2004 11:26 AM         

had some of the most crazy, insane, scary dreams last night...first ones in a long time...And parts of it has shaken my whole core

Let me see if I can recall them in some kind of order...

I was in a house, at one point it was my sister's old house...there were 2 men there...one of them was supposed to be my stepfather. He was a mean man and I didn't like him. There was lots of chaos in the house and my mother was actually someone else. There were lots of children in the house too...a small baby boy was there too. This child had a lollipop in his mouth and once it was gone he was chewing on the plastic stick. I tried to get it out of his mouth but he screamed and cried and finally I let himhave it..something I would never do in waking life!

Then, my stepfather got inside of a box, a great big box, because the sun was coming up and he couldn't be in the sun. A man came to the door of the room we were in and said "sir, your time is up" and at that he crawled in the box. I became so afraid because I knew he was a monster. Then it was as if the box was inside the shower. And I was cleaning the bathtub out around the box. I was using bleach. The smell was strong. Then all of a sudden, I thought "i'm going to pour this on him because bleach is like the sun" and I did...I poured the whole bottle inside the box. And he began to scream and screech like a demon, and I could smell him burning. I ran from the room and had another bottle and ran into my "brother"'s room and he was asleep in a box too...I poured it inside his box too and he began to screech too. I ran downstairs and told my mother and the other people there to come on and I grabbed the baby. We ran outside and my mother ran to the car but 2 demons grabbed her. She defeated them both by shutting a car door on one of them and the other one she ran over in the car. But then we were all back inside the house.

I went into this room like a hospital room and saw my brother. He was being treated for his burns that I caused and it burned his legs to the bone and they were oozing and gooey and gross. It burned his arms and hands too. He was growling. And I told him how sorry I was and what could I do to fix what I had done? He said there was nothing I could do. I then offered my life in order to restore him to his normal self. But he said it wouldn't help for me to be quiet about that.

Then I went into the living room and my "mother" and "stepfather" were in there and he too had been burned to the bone and flesh was hanging off of him. He was in agony but he was a demon/vampire. I was afraid. Very afraid. And I got on my knees and cried and offered my life to him in order for things to be back to normal. He told me it was of no use to him for me to leave him alone. THEN, an old friend of mine walked in the room and sat on the couch beside me. He said something sarcastic and I responded right back to him in a funny sarcastic way and we all laughed.

Then, something my mother did angered my stepfather and he got bigger and bigger, I could see his shadow growing and all of a sudden he reached down to grab me and his fingertips broke off and blood was running all over the place. He screamed out in terrible pain and the house shook. I grabbed the people in the house with me, children I don't know...and we ran outside and got in a car. I was screaming for my mother, who had that baby and another child and she was running from him as he was growing and growing and he was a monster. He is what I have imagined Satan to be like. He was screaming and screeching and she running so fast. We got in the car and drove away.

We came to a parking lot and there stood my brother and stepfather...they were "normal" looking and this young boy that sortof looked like Josh Groban walked up to them. He began talking to them and they had made fun of him and was mean to him at one time, and he was paying revenge...and I could *see* into his mind and see what he was thinking...and he was a demon, and he was calling on all of hell for revenge...and he was chanting in another language and I was thinking "what an ancient language"...and I knew what it was ...I knew it. Anyway, he was chanting and calling on demons and I could then see into the house and demons began to appear all in the house....there was a rug on the floor and it covered a hole in the floor. The rug had a pentagram on it and when he raised his arms up, blood and demons began to shoot out of the hole. And his revenge was when my brother and stepfather returned back to the house, they would be murdered by their own demons. For that boy was stronger than the 2 of them.

Ok, then, the dream changed and I was talking to Kevin on im and we were talking about me being upset about Emily going to high school. And that I needed to loose weight before she went so that when she brought friends home I wouldn't have to worry about Richard looking at them. And Kevin told me I needed to move to Charlotte.

And then I woke up and was like WHAT IN THE WORLD DID I JUST DREAM?!

HELP!!!!!

posted May 05, 2004 11:37 PM         

That part has me frightened stiffer than a board...well...the whole thing has really bothered me.

posted May 06, 2004 05:08 AM         

I do not know why. I wish I did. I will give your question some thought. Have you tried the usual methods ... visualizing, thinking about something good, or repeating some mantra, just before sleep?

I'm not sure yet, but the dream could be suggesting family energies of some kind, extended family, and this could be related to, or as a result of, your stepfather's passing. It is almost as if there are some who have not really dealt with it yet, but they will, and it might get ugly.

You said, "what seems like me offering my soul to not one but 2 devils...". It seems to me that your role in the dream was not evil at all, that you were in fact sacrificing yourself for the good of others, and attempting to symbolically purify the evil - to heal a situation, even if there is pain involved.

That sounds more like the Amanda I know.