Well, I have a new epic dream to report. However, this one was kind of a dream coupled with a spiritual attack. I know that a lot of people don’t believe that kind of thing, but that doesn’t change the price of bacon.
This dream was also very prophetic. However, I’m not really sure I understand every component yet. Anyway, it started with me in bed with my ex-girlfriend in an apartment we lived in years ago. She shot awake and said “it’s here,” and this was actually a replaying of almost real events.
When we lived in this old apartment, I was plagued by sleep paralysis and the so-called shadow person phenomena. This was always preceded by a feeling of evil (while waking) and a sense of being watched. Once I woke up to a black mass whispering in my ear and at the same time my ex started saying eerie things in her sleep in the dead of night like, "you’re right, something is here."
In fact, I think my ex was partly possessed at times long after this but that is a whole different story.
Anyway, in my dream, I woke up pretty much 6-years in the past, with my ex, in the middle of one of these experiences. She said, “it’s here.” but instead of me just turning on the ensuite light, before us both putting our head back down and trying to forget about it, I started to kind of remember my real life future and see how this was the start of us breaking up. (Or at least part of the start).
In this case, I said “I know, and we should leave here right now. I’ve seen it and heard it, but it’s like we always try and pretend it doesn’t happen, but it needs to stop.” - Or something along those lines.
So we get up and start getting ready to leave forever. However, when I open my bedroom door, I find myself walking home from school at the age of 12-13. It is bright and sunny, and I’ve just made it to the start of a bridge which exists in real life, which crosses to the street I live on. As I am starting to cross, though, a huge old 1950’s lorry starts crossing from the other side.
At first, there is nothing wrong with the lorry. However, then I remember that there is something wrong with the bridge. In this case, I start holding people back and shout “this isn’t the right bridge, it’s made of wood, not stone.” Then the middle of the bridge starts collapsing where I would have walked. As it does, wood breaks away and I find a wooden panel which I can pick up. On one side, there is an engraving of a unicorn. On the other, there are pictures of WWII bomber planes and bloody fingerprints.
I tell someone besides me that I should keep the piece of wood as it is a warning, and they agree.
Fast-forwarding suddenly as dreams do, I then find myself at my mum’s house. However, the minute I step inside, I realize that something is wrong. I can sense the same evil presence from I and my ex’s bedroom in Malta, and some parts of the house are in daytime and some are in nighttime. I try telling my mother that we need to get her and my sisters out and somewhere safe. However, she doesn’t listen.
Then I go upstairs and come face to face with a demonic entity which is just a floating face which seems to be made of scrunched up newspaper. It says something like everything that belongs to me belongs to him now, and I can sense that its intentions aren’t exactly well-meaning.
At this point, I wake up (in real life or so I think), paralyzed and struck by how dark my kitchen is (I live in my kitchen, long story). I manage to fight off the paralysis and put my hand on Chico my dog, to make sure he is breathing. Then I start thinking about the piece of wood in my dream and find myself back in the dream world, pushing my oldest sister Rachel, as far away from my family home as possible on a kids car thing she had when she was 5 or so.
I tell my sister to wait while I go back and rescue my mum and my younger sister, Sarah. However, when I do, it is completely night in and around my home, and the demonic scrunched up newspaper face is positioned like a door knocker on the front door. It tells me again that everything belongs to it now and starts laughing.
Thankfully, my kind of childhood sweetheart (also called Sarah) then arrives in adult form with her boyfriend and since (in real life) she is a policewoman, I make her guard my house while I look for help. I tell her, though, not to talk to the face on the door.
The next thing I remember is me walking backwards down the street, with the demon face bearing down on me mockingly. Then I point at it and start shouting at it in Jesus name to go to the pit, in true exorcist priest fashion, and this works to make it draw back, until I am back at my house and able to go inside.
Sadly, inside my house, everything is pitch black and still resonating with evil. Neither can I find anyone anywhere until I make it upstairs to my mother’s bedroom.
Inside my mother’s bedroom, I find my mother, my friend Sarah in full policewoman attire, and her boyfriend sat cross-legged on the floor. Moreover, my friend Sarah and her boyfriend have blank expressionless opera masks over their faces, and in front of Sarah there is a basket of money, and in front of her boyfriend, there is a basket of jewelry.
Both Sarah and her boyfriend seem to be in a trance and using their right hands to shuffle and drop coins and jewelry between their fingers repeatedly into the baskets in front of them. My mother, though, just looks old and ill. I ask her what has happened and where my youngest sister Sarah is. She answers by holding up her arm and saying that she had to sell her bones. When I squeeze it, there are indeed no bones.
More than a little bit horrified, I turn to my friend Sarah and her boyfriend. I pull each of their masks away from their faces, and there is nothing behind but a cavity made of coins for Sarah, and a cavity made of jewelry for her boyfriend.
I figure that rescuing my sister Sarah is no longer possible. However, I’m confused by the point of what I’m guessing is the elaborate display put on in front of me and letting me enter the house at all. In this case, I ask my mother why she is doing this, and she responds simply by saying "he went to get Rachel."
At this point, I woke up, horrified to find that the time was nearly a quarter to one in the afternoon. (I went to bed at the very sensible hour of 1 or so, and never sleep past 8. This also severely messed up my day, as today I had to pay my rent. And then the really weird stuff started happening.
To pay my rent, I dop the cash into a cafe next to my old local bar in the capital city of my island. It’s owned by my landlord and I can hand the cash over to his wife anytime between 8am and 3pm. They probably wouldn’t mind if I was late, but I like being on time.
Anyway, as I’m waiting in line, a voice bellows at me. It’s my old landlord from the apartment I and my ex first lived in and I literally haven’t seen him since we left it. In this case, I’m reminded of my epic dream.
After paying my rent, I go into my old local next door to waste an hour before my bus home. Sadly, I time this epically wrong. First arrives the mother of an old friend with her grandson, a boy I used to babysit a lot, Blake. (I fell out with his mum and things have been awkward.) Blake, of course, is happy to see me, but runs up and plants a notebook emblazoned with a rearing unicorn on the table between us, before flicking the pages, to show me his latest drawings.
At this point, I remember the piece of wood from my dream and decide to definitely get the next bus (instead of having a beer with my friend Manuel like I want to) in case I run into Blake’s mum.
At this point, I am thinking more and more of my dream, but also the fact that I now have 2 x late deliveries on Fiverr to make amends for, coupled with the fact that I have just been demoted. However, when I get home, the first thing waiting for me is an email from my sister Sarah (the one I couldn’t rescue in the dream), which basically doesn’t make her life out to be great and which is the first I’ve received for over 2-years.
In short, a lot lined up and I suddenly have this very impolite feeling of “oh , I need to make a visit home.” - The thing is I can’t. Visiting home for me represents £1,000+ easy (taking my dog, arranging transport and accommodation ect), and I actively avoid ever going home, because, in the past, all this would ever result in is me being thrown into the middle of a massive family civil war, which is pointless and ultimately very expensive to risk participating in.
But this brings me to the faceless versions of my friends shuffling money and jewels between their fingers for no real benefit but inner emptiness. You see, I can’t help feel that this was representative of me actually never getting anywhere in life while focusing on money as my main prerogative…
All in all, bit of a head F.