demons from a puddle

About a year a go I had a dream where I received a chain letter in the mail, it told me if I don’t send it to a certain amount of people or I would be dead before November 13. After reading that I laughed and threw it out, I thought nothing of it. However time past, in the dream, and soon it was the summer. I was walking down the streets in Hanover, Ontario and in front of me this blood puddle formed. Out of the puddle came a man… a demonic man. Other then the blood he was covered in, he was completely white, he had no hair on his entire body and he eyes were comply white as well… no Colour, and no pupil. He grabbed me by the scruff of my shirt and started to sink back in to the puddle, as he sunk the puddle got smaller… until I hit the ground and I died of impact with the sidewalk.

Later on that spring I had another dream involving a demonic character emerging from a puddle, but this time it was a puddle of the clearest water possible and it was Samara from the ring… There was no chain letter either this time it was set back in the olden days before electricity everything was made of the dark old wood you seen on tv shows and stuff,it creaked with every step you took… the room was dark and dreary since it took place at night time. It really looked convincing other then the shoe box you will hear about in a sec. I shared a room with my sister who owned a red rose it was the brightest red rose most beautiful rose ever she kept it in a shoe box, one day I decided to take the peddles off one by one, my sister freaked out… for some reason at this point I noticed the open window with and an amazing full moon the biggest and brightest full moon ever, this is when the puddle formed this dream ended before Samara did anything…

Although it has been a while since I have had those dreams but they have stayed so vivid in my mind… I have tried to analyze them but I can’t piece everything together… but they weren’t night mares I didn’t feel scared I just felt normal the whole time even when I was watching myself die it was just a normal every dream and I don’t know why.