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I should note that that is a character from comic books, and the closest picture I have to what he actually looks like.Quote:
Originally posted by Evanescent
I don't see any blooad around the armor.
Also, only in certain times would he be bloody..
Sorry I have no closer rendition of him.. as I suck at drawing..
I heard that certain councilors called fear/hate councilors can help on that sorta thing or maybe just some good meditation but i have no clue seeing as how i am only 13 and incompatant in your susposedly mature minds.Sorry about that but some people in this forum are "ageists"
anyone's opinions or thoughts on the matter are respected... once you prove your age is when people start treating you as such.
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we're just trying to break down why this demon is reappearing after so long. and i have to say i'm stumped... i think only o'nus can truly find the cause of it because we can only see so much of the picture through text.
Yes well sorry O'nus but it's up to you.
Just a thought...
The mind is a morbid thing - we often appreciate and respect the mysterious and evil things... often subconsciously.
Similar to how some people like to be miserable (manic depressives, for example)
So perhaps you created this character, and actually really like him... even if he does make you piss yourself or bleed.
And whatever the brain finds interesting, it plays on.
My advice... try not to have pictures, etc of demons around. Over time you'll forget about it.
Not talking about it will keep him idle but he could come back maybe talking about him could do the opposite.
Waking up at night with a sweat and a nose bleed is a sign that many alleged alien abductees experience. While I personally don't think you've been abducted, I just thought you'd like to know that you may have been probed by intergalatic beings in rude places. :P
You poor dellusional man... :lol:
No, really, it is a sign. That's serious. However, the aliens may not of touched his butt. They may of touched your butt. Are you sure your butt is safe?Quote:
Originally posted by ffx-dreamz
You poor dellusional man... :lol:
Announcer: Check your butts. NOW.
Mines good :wink:
I have awoken from dreams a few times before with the taste of blood in my mouth -faint, but enough to freak me out and to not want to go back to sleep right away. They usually follow dreams involving knives/swords or physical altercations involving sharp metallic objects. For me, the music I listen to and the things that I entertain my mind with (movies, POSTERS, books, etc.) have a profound effect on my dream imagery. Comic books are also very powerful and influential on my dreams...
I agree with Placebo: We often give too much respect and are attracted to the things that we find strange and morbid (we are repulsed yet fascinated at the same time to things like death and violence). It sounds like you have a fascination or at least an interest in things demonic since you speak of them so casually...
If it's something you're really concerned about, I might suggest staying away from anything remotely demonic or occult for a while and see if that helps.
Evangel are you the same person as Ev
Here is what I would do if I were you.
1. Try talking to him and finding out why these things are happening.
2. If that doesn't work point at him and say "I want to see energy!" and hope you don't die.
3. If neither of the above work, summon a sword and kick his ASS.
nope. :|Quote:
Originally posted by Evanescent
Evangel are you the same person as Ev
Why? Do we sound the same?
No, just because you both have an 'ev' at the start of your name.
:roll: :?
that is a very scary story :shock: , it kinda matches with my topic it goes something like- scary repeated dreams. the only part that really matches is the way you described the person in your dream cause in my dream that i've been getting every night(same dream everytime)has a guy chasing me with a hatchet but i would say to yell at him and tell him to get out of your life and leave you alone. if you have any advice for me please feel free to private message me.
I would agree with Placebo, you've been feeding this character with your role playing and from what I've read you and him are still the same person, if you realy want to get rid of him then take way what feeds most scarry things in our dreams, our own fear, stand up too it, because it is you and it has too do what you want it too do, remember you are GOD in your dreams you can do anything you want but make sure that you want it, be commanding and confident you are your own worst enemey in your dreams.
O'nus, if I may ask a favor: You are a very interesting person, one I would like to know much more about. My question is, would you be able to write a detailed paper on yourself, and share it with the community? I know this is a strange request, but it would be an honor for me to better understand you.
I open my eyes and find myself in the ruins of a city. Smokey craters and burning ruins of buildings is the only light. The sky is a dark red color and is slowly turning about in itself in a calm, ominous matter. As I walk and gather myself still, I feel a deep forboding feeling as a light footsteps, I think a horse's, echoe in the wind.
I look in a nearby crater to find it stuffed with bodies; people I once knew. I see metal stretching to the skies from a burning wreckage; an old home of mine. I see the graveyard of crosses; they are all charred and the ground is covered in ash.
I find my way to the center of the city where a fountain that once flowed with celestial water is now lacerated by Him. Water no longer flows, but the bodies in the fountain make a pool of blood, intimidating enough.
The wind changes direction. I hear the horse again, slowly, as a figure makes it's way through the smoke of the city. He comes to the center, garbed in his crimson armor on his crimson, rotten fleshes, horse; I know his horse's name is Genocide. He gets off of Genocide and it rides away. He stands tall again, over 10 feet, and I still look up to him, but this time, I don't tremble as much.
His claw-like gauntlets clench and metal screeches in the wind now as he groans, "Even if you could vanquish me, I will still remain in your blood, forever. You will hate yourself as you continue to fail. Your friends will become disappointed in you as you wreek pessimism. And your loved ones will die along with your pathetic incompetence." His claw-like hands vibrate in a red glow as the clouds above swirl, creating a swallowing hole in the sky that consumes all the smoke from the city.
I blink.. I know it has been a dream this whole time.. I don't want to be haunted by such a demon any longer. I clench my fists and attempt to summon a weapon.. it comes, but from the crater of loved ones. It is a necklace, and I feel it put around my neck by calm hands of souls I cannot see. He stands confused and bursts a grunt as flames explode from him and consume the city. I feel the wall of fire pass me, but it does not injure me. The city is now ensormed in flames as the sky continues to swallow it with an ominous screaming.
I lift my hand to the side and a rifle comes into my hand (I believe an M14). Armor folds over me, out of nowhere, to cover the majority of my body. Side arms appear carrying future-like pistols. I feel a sheath on my back come to, and an impressively crafted flamberge into my opposite hand. I take aim with my weapon and unleash my first defensive against Him ever.
He laughs as a wall of bodies erupts from the ground to cover the fire; the bodies still scream as my gunfire riddles the corpses and blood sprays from them. I stop firing and drop the gun as the bodies fall simultaneously. "The more you fight, the more pain you will cause." He taunts to me.
I lift my hand and throw the bodies into the flames with my mind. I hold my flamberge with two hands calmly to the side. He taunts again and summons a large two handed sword that appears to be nearly 8 feet long and encrusted with demonic runes with the handle crafted from the spinal cord of a demon. His groan echoes into my head as his crimson eyes emanate from his battle helmet.
I run towards him and he takes his stance to defend himself, I leap at him and prepare myself to swing, but throw the flamberge at him as I disappear from his line of sight. He deflects the sword and it flies at amazing speed from his delfection into the sky above, where I was before. I find myself beneath him and I make the ground move downward, pushing us both up (lucid terrain control). He loses himself and his sword as he is pushed into the incredibly windy sky.
The sky turns it's deepest red, nearly black, as it bleeds dead roses. He groans in frustration and then relaxes.. Oddly, he floats calmly.. and begins to remove his helmet. His face is mine, although, his hair is longer and bright red, and his eyes are full of insanity.
He begins to clench his fists and laugh mockingly as the winds increase.. I wonder what he is doing and look downwards to find several of the craters on the surface are boiling with fire and lava. I maneuver myself as the pillars of fire erupt from the surface into the bleeding sky.
I then look to the surface.. I can control all this though.. I concentrate as the winds cut my face and the pillars continue to burn me..
The entire dreamscape beings to vibrate and He looks worried. His voice trembles that of a childs, "What are you doing Mikey?" I continue to try to tear the dreamscape with my mind as the surface below seemingly implodes on itself.
All that remains is the bleeding sky and the firey winds around us. I feel the sky turning into what it to become, as it is already close to it; a black hole.
Everything begins to be consumed into the hole.. all that is left is Him and I. He now looks like a child although with a bleeding lip and bright red hair still; he screams at me, "WHY?" as his limbs are torn off his body and fly inwards to the hole.
I then enter the hole.. and find myself awake on my bed.. staring into the picture of my family and girlfriend..
Thank you for taking the time to read this...
epic. :holyshit:
good luck. let us know if confronting him solved your 'problem.'
So far, no problems. I still keep all the posters and games around as normal..Quote:
Originally posted by adidas
epic. :holyshit:
good luck. let us know if confronting him solved your 'problem.'
It is also that I believe my other problems have been quelled.. I still just wonder if that was truly what was causing the problems. It always felt like someone invading my dreams; I could feel that invading feeling.. just like someone cramming something into you, like a doctor and his needle, and it just doesn't feel like it's supposed to be there. That feeling.
I don't want to forget him though, because I don't think it will help to ignore his existance.
Thanks for all the feedback, hopefully my dream wasn't too intimidating for anyone to read, lol..
I hope that you will someday figure out why it happened and maybe fix it.
Good Luck Michael-I suspose that is your name.
What do you want to know?Quote:
Originally posted by dougdrums
O'nus, if I may ask a favor: You are a very interesting person, one I would like to know much more about. My question is, would you be able to write a detailed paper on yourself, and share it with the community? I know this is a strange request, but it would be an honor for me to better understand you.
everything! :yumdumdoodledum: erm, yeah dougdrums what?