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6/9/2025, 1:56:32 PM
Arizona resident here. Went (illegally) camping out with 2 friends a week or so ago near Page on the rez, within view of Navajo Mountain.
We were drinking, loud, generally not very respectful and we left a few things when we were packing up. One friend whistled and made fun of the skinwalker superstition, which we told him to cut it out, just in case. Nothing notable happened during the stay apart from a feeling of being watched for a few minutes which I chalked up to the drinking. It didn't seem like any of my friends felt it.
Now, I've come back to Prescott and I'm not sure if this is just an insane series of coincidences or what.
Had a dream (which I rarely dream) shortly after returning that I found three recorders (the instruments) lying on the ground in front of me in an old childhood neighborhood: one was a shitty, cracked clear plastic one; another a high quality plastic one with some ornamentation; the last a beautiful, wooden and carved one with golden accents. I was somehow aware that these belonged to a neighbor my family was close to when we lived there.
In the dream, I picked up all three to take with me but got annoyed at not having a hand free by carrying all three, so I decided to return the shittiest recorder at my neighbor's doorstep. The second I set it down, an extremely dissonant and grating droning noise started playing all around me, the sky darkened with clouds in seconds, the wind picked up to a howl, and I felt the most malicious presence I've ever felt in my life staring at me from behind.
I turn around and this figure that looks like a blend of a demon and a witch dressed in black robes and a wide brimmed, black hat is raising its arm at me. It makes a flicking motion and sends my body into the air, then flicks me back down headfirst into the ground. I distinctly remember getting the impression in the dream that this was not the first time I had encountered this being. Woke up drenched in a cold sweat at like 2am.
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We were drinking, loud, generally not very respectful and we left a few things when we were packing up. One friend whistled and made fun of the skinwalker superstition, which we told him to cut it out, just in case. Nothing notable happened during the stay apart from a feeling of being watched for a few minutes which I chalked up to the drinking. It didn't seem like any of my friends felt it.
Now, I've come back to Prescott and I'm not sure if this is just an insane series of coincidences or what.
Had a dream (which I rarely dream) shortly after returning that I found three recorders (the instruments) lying on the ground in front of me in an old childhood neighborhood: one was a shitty, cracked clear plastic one; another a high quality plastic one with some ornamentation; the last a beautiful, wooden and carved one with golden accents. I was somehow aware that these belonged to a neighbor my family was close to when we lived there.
In the dream, I picked up all three to take with me but got annoyed at not having a hand free by carrying all three, so I decided to return the shittiest recorder at my neighbor's doorstep. The second I set it down, an extremely dissonant and grating droning noise started playing all around me, the sky darkened with clouds in seconds, the wind picked up to a howl, and I felt the most malicious presence I've ever felt in my life staring at me from behind.
I turn around and this figure that looks like a blend of a demon and a witch dressed in black robes and a wide brimmed, black hat is raising its arm at me. It makes a flicking motion and sends my body into the air, then flicks me back down headfirst into the ground. I distinctly remember getting the impression in the dream that this was not the first time I had encountered this being. Woke up drenched in a cold sweat at like 2am.
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