This was pretty much a silent dream. There was talking but I heard none of it though I knew what they were saying. It was a dark and dreary dream/ Raining, cold and all round horror ambience. It was like some time in the future when everything has already gone wrong, but it wasn't. It was now. The devil had risen and created major havoc. He had not rissen literally. He had given his powers to a school boy who was the head of his school hockey team, and taken most of them into his little cult.They went out destroying things. I on the other hand was in a group of rebels who were training to save the world from this evil that was spreading- mind you no one knew it was these boys. Especially because they had the power to turn people into demons. We were doing a commando course well above the ground. THere were a lot of people freaking out about it, but not me. I was calm about everything because I knew there was no way of falling, we were attatched to the ropes.
Nestor (my lit teacher) was also in this commando group. He had something against me bbut it didn't get in the way of our training. Next thing I know I am watching the boys again. One of them has gone power hungry and has pleaded with the devil to give him the powers instead of his friend. The devil agreed because he loved greed.
The leader came to talk to the boy before his powers were full so he sat behind the door. After a little struggle he had his powers and the first boy went and asked the devil for his powers back, but the devil refused. So the boy returned. He was up for a fight. He was going to kill the second boy.
I oculd see the second boy in the room waiting for the first to come back. He was playing with his powers, conjuring up huge enerygy balls and dragging them around the room so that the appearance would change into that of an old dilapidated tree/castle inside of a tree. The first boy opened the door and the second let fly with a transforming ball, but the first had a baby in his arms and it turned the baby into a little ugly demon.
M woke me up then. But there is something that is occuing more and more in my dreams. No so much in my dreams but during my dreams. I am by no means able to control what is happening, if I could I would have stopped him from hitting the baby. But I can think during my dreams. From half way through I was thinking that I did not want to know what was going to happen and did not want to watch because no good could come of it. I was scared. I kept wanting to close my eyes, but I was dreaming so I could not.
Another time that this happened was in the skinless freak dream. I as the dreamer not as the subject was thinking of all the ways that it was possible for her to have no skin. I was trying to see if there was a logical way. But then I accepted that it was a dream so anything was logical. And I kept wondering what was going to happen next.
This is happening a lot. It is putting me as an outsider to my dreams. This is frightening because someone once told me that my dreams were psychic. Not all of them were literal. And it was a psychic that told me this- and pretty much everythign that she told me came true. Well if I am psychic that means the majority of my dreams are coming from a differnt source to my brain and that I am an outsider. It is like watching a television show created only for me to decipher. I know that if I dream of a flood within the next few days I am going to have a fight with the main protagonist in my dream. I'm going to have to learn to decipher the rest properly.
I am going to copy and paste this last bit (not the dream) into my diary. Saves me having to write it twice. And to who ever is on my notify list- I LOVE YOU! I had no idea that people actually read this.
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