Thread 23083871

I had a dream where there was an entity standing at the foot of my bed that could transform. First it appeared as one of my family members but upon realizing it was a demon I made it transform into myself. But upon closer examination it had fish like appendages and strange disturbing anatomy. I had it knock over a doll besides my bed so when I woke up I could tell if the demon was real. The doll was still on my wall so I guess it wasn’t; but the dream felt so real and a tarot reader here told me I could have a malicious attachment. When I asked the Tarot myself if it was that, I pulled the Death card. What could this entity be? Google search said it might be a changeling.

its my hate

twice i've had demons appear in my dreams. once, when my phone autoplayed to the buzzfeed haunted series when i fell asleep. i could hear the two hosts taunting the demon (ghost) through my dream, and i started praying in my dream to Jesus to protect me. i then played choral hymns and cried.

yesterday, i was on 3 hours of sleep, attempting to stay awake for a job interview. i was fighting to stay awake as i woke up, but in a waking dream, a demon burst through my front door and attempted to molest me. i immediately fought to wake up, got up, and found that the front door was locked.

i think something must be protecting me
it seems like most people casually have some really fucked up dreams
i think the worst dream i had

actually, i just remembered one where i was being chased by a giant preying mantis through the woods, but even in that one i started flying through sheer will & i was fine, didn't panic or anything
home invasion dream when i was younger
one time my dad was watching TV static in the living room, and a humanoid made of static pulled itself out of the TV, that's all i remember

I had a dream I was I'm the small town I grew up, I walked past my old friend who was now a cop, I could hear him miles away, he was around thr area where he used to live standing around with a police car pulling someone over and they were talking, the woman he pulled over had a big truck, I heard them and I yelled "Daniel is gay" really loudly and he heard me I felt good calling him that.

Then I kept walking home, I ended up walking in dirt I couldn't walk through so I had to go another path, but I walked almost the whole way back to my house in my dream, along the way I started dreaming about America. I felt so overwhelmed with dreams of America, how much greater it is, how there's all this opportunity. That I ended up in America briefly, I was outside this tall building in America. I was poor, but I didn't care because I felt there was so much hope.

And then I'm back at my old house, my old cat is there, but she's in heat, she won't stop meowing pretty soon I unbuckle my pants and I go to where the cat is then i wake up, wtf