nightmare

The street is poorly lit.
On the street I see an old and wide car.

In the back seat of the car, through the backwindow i see a young woman banging on the rear window with both hands. She´s in panic, but I do not hear her or the banging, i just see the gestures.

I walk in the street with a strange feeling of fear and that something is wrong ...
On the sidewalk are two closed umbrellas . One is black, I think the other is red, but I'm not sure.

When I approach one of them, so I see a fuzzy, cloud-like black someked presence,it lifts the umbrella and begins to hit me with it.

I´m full of fear, but i attack the evil black presence and it disappears, dropping the umbrella on the ground again.
I keep walking and I approach another umbrella, another evil spirit comes and raise the umbrella and starts to beat me again, and I, again full of fear, attack the presence and it drops the umbrella on the ground and disappears. .. this confrontations happens two or three times more.

I was working somewhere (perhaps a cafe in a shopping center), and I felt troubled due to an evil spiritual presence around me.
This presence has accompanied me for a long time (for most of my life).

I went desperate because I knew that that presence continuously undermined various aspects of my life, i began to cry.
Suddenly, in the cafe A appeared, and told me: "Under the influence of this spirit you are compelled to do things that ordinarily you wouldn´t do. "
I do not know why, but when she told me this it came to my head the image of Corey Taylor from Slipknot, and I asked A if it was him. She confirmed with a nod, or said yes and then said:
"- But he's far away."
Then rested both hands on my chest (or gave me her hands?) And she prayed ... I immediately felt good, and free from the pernicious influence of that spirit.

I'm walking through streets in poor conditions. I'm in London in Victorian times.
I have a light behind me, maybe the moon? I only see my outline, surrounded by white fog, semi-thick.
I see the tiles (large stones of the sidewalk) it reflects the light of the moon because of moisture from the night.
In the background I can hear Big Ben – the clock, but I do not know what time it is.
I keep walking. In the street the only thing that´s heard are my steps, the rest is silent and deserted.
I find a home. The only details that catches my eye is the window of the house and the wall of the same.
The window is one that "leaves" from the wall. It's big (it´s like those windows that on the inside of the house you can sit and put pillows on).
The frames are dark brown.
I look at the front door, the wood of the door is rough and yellow-brown.
I knock at the door.
D opens the door . Behind the door (I don’t get in, but I can see the wall behind the door) is a storage with hanging bags of spices.
D looks at me and says in a neutral tone of voice: "- Jack the Ripper"
I raise my hands to the level of my eyes and I see them completely covered in blood.

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