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    The Crippling Presence of Pure Evil.

    by Neverward on 05-19-2016 at 07:10 AM
    I am looking for this dream to be interpreted in this thread: http://www.dreamviews.com/dream-inte...ml#post2194988

    I have twice dreamed of a feeling and a presence so terrifying it brings tears of fear to my eyes to think of it as I write about it, the second time just a few weeks ago.

    The first experience was years ago when I was with an ex boyfriend who upset me often for various reasons. In the dream we were together at night on a beach where there were many dilapidated, wind and salt-tossed buildings and ships pulled up onto the shore. It had a feeling of decay, and at the time I had a mild excitement for adventure, I was interesting in seeing the place. As we walked together it felt very surreal in itself. Suddenly my attention was diverted from our wandering and I let my boyfriend walk off ahead. A large square wooden building loomed over me, its walls two stories tall and very pale in the moonlight. It was held up on rickety beams with it's floor half my height above the sand, with an old half-broken staircase leading up to a solid door. I walked up, and opened the door and took one step inside.

    There was pitch darkness inside, as dark as eternity, as a starless night sky, dimensionless, powerful. I felt a wave of some sinister presence, I was frozen, my mouth was dry, I couldn't move or scream though I tried. Terror filled my every being and I was powerless. The feeling grew and grew until I was sure it would tear me apart and something would seize me from within the darkness, or perhaps make me a part of it. This feeling was so strong I awoke and sat up sweating and panting in the cold night air.

    This was a unique feeling, the second experience is very different, except for the overwhelming terror and the feeling of a presence, and in a way even more random.

    Second dream: My dream changed from something monotonous to a new setting rather suddenly. I stood in a forest. There were tall enormous birch-like trees that were far apart from each other so the forest was very large and spacious, but somehow completely empty of life. Everything seemed sepia and the floor was covered with fallen leaves and few bushes. It was a very brown and dry sort of place, and I was wandering without purpose through it. I was curious once more, and I saw something ahead that I followed. It looked to be the ruins of a small cottage, and I walked around it's brown vine-covered stones and observed it. All the exterior of the building had fallen, leaving one room with three walls, and a single old rickety bench. One skeletal window let a little light into the shady part of the building, and I stood there within the shade of the three walls for a minute feeling peaceful and a little bit lonely. At the time my perception was not in myself, I watched myself like a camera as I explored. I wore a very plain brown dress. Suddenly my vision changed focus once more. I seemed to be a part of something moving outside, something watching the house. I heard it, and my vision came back to myself. I felt rather nervous, and I went outside. There was an old reddish wheel barrel standing with some sticks and leaves in it. I approached it, and as I did something flickered in the corner of my eye. When I looked I saw what I can only describe as a small shadow, a patch of darkness. It flickered in and out of vision in a split second, appearing in five different places each closer then the last, and in a few seconds, though I couldn't track it's movement, it was on me.


    A tingling sensation filled my body. It was the first time I dreamed of pain. I have never dreamed of pain before, even when I sustain massive injuries. But suddenly I was struck half blind, I fell over like I was poleaxed. My vision was blurry, everything swirled and I felt a pain like every cramp I'd ever felt piled into my torso. It quivered and shook and kept me from breathing, I felt like my body would tremble in half. I wanted to throw up, I wanted to die, and I was filled with the evil presence once again. I couldn't do anything, it seemed to last an eternity. I tried to move my mouth but only made pathetic noises like 'mm-meh-eh-eh-eh... hmmmm-hheelll-el-....p-p-p...' trying to scream for help and just stuttering and spluttering. My lips were numb and my whole mouth was weak like the rest of me. I wasn't paralyzed like before, but I was completely weak to the point I could just shake in reaction. I remember feeling so terrified, thoughts racing in my head like "Why is this happening? Who are you, why are you doing this? Release me, please release me!" Begging and screaming in the chamber of my head. And then I woke up, panting and sweating, my stomach still twisting in knots. It went away just a few moments after I awoke, but I felt the pain for real. It wasn't digestive, it was purely mental. A feeling brought on by the dream, because afterwords I felt perfectly fine for all the other hours I laid awake.

    What is this horrible terror that seems to beckon me, or attack me, and seize me in a bind so complete I'm sure even in my dream that I will be destroyed? It's worse then any feeling I've ever felt, and I'm always completely positive I am experiencing the hand of pure evil. I think if I were not to wake up, it might shatter my soul...
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    Flight and Fight 5/18

    by Neverward on 05-18-2016 at 08:34 PM
    I've begun keeping this journal here so I can have a place online where I can evaluate my dreams and never lose them. I'm grateful to have this format.

    I wrote this immediately after waking up from a dream that seemed to last all night and consisted of a single long adventure. These long adventure dreams are the sorts of things I will be recording, because I find them most interesting. This dream is recorded in great detail because it has several themes, characters, and elements in it which I have dreamed about before.

    My dream started with classic dream-disorganization. Myself and current friends of mine entering an art store, and walking around browsing. At one point all of the other friends disappeared and I found myself with my best friend from highschool, KT, who I regret long years of distance with in real life. We had some goal in mind, something we wanted to learn or gain, and we went down a rickety spiral staircase into the basement where there was a hallway like in a hospital, badly lit. A receptionists table was near one wall with a door behind it, and a skeptical middle aged nurse sat behind it. We told her we were scientists here to check on the 'young man' and she let us enter behind her into a sickroom.

    The sickroom was purple in tone, either because of the dim lighting or because all of the lavish furniture was deep purple blue in hue. I knew in my mind that we were here to gain something from a ridiculously rich and sick young man. He lay in his silken sheets, sweating and seemingly unconscious. He was extremely attractive, with wild curly brown hair, looking like no one I'd ever seen in real life. KT climbed on the bed and shook his shoulder, and I went to his other side. He woke up and looked at us and we reassured him. I offered him water which he doused himself with instead of drinking, and we began nursing him back to health. This part of the dream I hardly recall, but it seemed that through this interaction I gained an invitation to his home.

    How I got there and why my friend KT was no longer with me, I don't know. But I was inside a house larger and more expensive then I could ever dream of entering, indeed larger then I believe they even make mansions in real life. It was like a castle and a house at the same time. Even though I'd been invited I felt intrusive, and his family treated me with disdain. I realized I'd seen his mother before in another dream, a crotchety short wrinkled woman with long flaxen hair. She was superior to me and I treated her with the same attitude that Elizabeth Bennet treated Catherine de Bourghe. She told me to await her upstairs in the attic with one of her attendants, and so up I went. In the dream even though I am named Hannah in real life, I called myself Amaranth which is the name I gave a character of mine in a game, and I assume throughout the dream I felt I was her. Everyone addressed me as Amaranth.

    Upstairs I again saw a recurring theme of mine, something I commonly come across, a room with pianos in it. The attic had many curiosities, but I saw only the back to back uprights, and the smaller more vintage upright. Apparently some sort of event was going on downstairs so her attendant, a very friendly young man who seemed to like me, told me it wouldn't be wise to make a lot of noise. I asked him if the vintage piano was soft enough to play and he said perhaps. I played a little of Guitare by Cecily Chaminade, which I learned in real life just yesterday.

    I'm not sure what set it off. Something happened or my perception of my environment changed drastically. I don't remember how it happened, but basically the young man was furious with me and the attendant for some reason. We'd done something wrong, and the dream was now full of a sense of danger.

    This is where things began to be very linear, with almost no elements changing, and the adventure began. I knew that he and his two young friends (more like cronies/servants) were very powerful, and coming to kill or capture us for some purpose. We locked ourselves in one of their opulent bathrooms but knew they were more then capable of throwing the door down. I declared I wouldn't be trapped, and I tried to open a few windows. Most were too small but one I could fit through. Beneath that window there was a roof, and a large very average suburban neighborhood stretched out past that point, with empty grassy lots, long wide roads, and a dilapidated feeling to everything that was nearly post-apocalyptic. The fact that this enormous mansion existed in this weird poor town never registered as odd to me.

    I was out the window, I was on the roof, and another recurring element took place. I began to run with tremendous speed and power, jumping and leaping the span of whole buildings, landing with agility from distances I would ordinarily never be able to survive. This superhuman speed and climbing ability is something that occurs in dreams where I feel I'm being chased. The ability to climb like a spider has gotten me out of many sticky dream situations. But it seemed that in this dream, I wasn't the only one. The two cronies were sent after me, and they were nearly as fast and agile as me. One man in particular was close on my heels. I managed to make enough distance that he couldn't see me anymore. I scaled a building rapidly, and opened a window into a home.

    A cheaply furnished bedroom with an old table and couch, an old naked couple lounging together on the sofa. I saw it for only a moment before I decided I didn't care about their privacy and jumped in the window and ran into the adjoining room, a bedroom. The ground was littered with blankets. I threw a window open, then covered myself in the sheets and waited. I tried to catch my breath and be quiet, but it seemed impossible. The sureness that I would be discovered grew. And sure enough, the blanket was torn off and I retreated into a corner as the man who was on me heels stood over me. It seemed his intention was dirty as he leered at me, and I knew he planned to do something to me, probably rape me. He took out a cigarette case and tried to light one, but it lit wrong and he burned himself. I laughed at him and he looked annoyed and turned away to light another. I took the opportunity to leap up and through another door into the couples bathroom, throw the window open, and leap onto another roof.

    The chase continued in this way for a while, sailing through weedy fields. At one point I encountered a pine tree of monstrous proportion, which at the time I didn't find odd but which I now know is a kind of giant non-existent tree I've dreamed of before in other dreams where I can leap and climb. Finally it seemed I'd come full circle somehow, I ran past the mansion again just as the cronie tripped and fell and failed to get up. At this exact moment the young man and his family were leaving the house, and seeing me whiz by must have infuriated him. I knew then with a sense of impending doom that he was far more powerful then me. I knew that he could not only leap and climb, but he could fly, which I could not. I knew he'd come for me, I ran as fast as I could. I lept above some old buildings and tried to fly, but only managed to float for all my effort, making myself an easy target.

    I turned in the air and saw him streaking towards me across the sky, breaking the sound barrier in a white billowing smoke around his arms and legs. I could make out his victorious grin. He slammed into me and then into a dilapidated building. I 'blacked out' as far as you can when your already unconscious. When I awoke I couldn't move and my upper body was covered with long cuts and gouges as if the fabric of my muscles were shaken and torn along the ligaments. I bled and sat on the ground. I felt no pain, I almost never dream of pain, but I couldn't move. We were in a strange wooden structure with long moldy burgers on the ground and nothing else. He sat down, apparently planning to mock me in my weak state, and started telling me a story. "How would you feel if you came in here, and knew that not only were these burgers long dead, but so were the people serving them." After which I can't remember the rest of the conversation, and my alarm woke me up.

    It may not seem like much of an adventure, but this singular situation with this boy felt like it lasted all night, though no doubt I dreamed something else earlier and don't recall. My dream journal in the future may be a bit shorter, it's just that this one lasted so long.
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