16 Jun 2024
pages.dreamInterpretation.dream
I was some of my family and some friends. We were at this place but I have no idea what it was. There was a guy there that was infected with something. Something evil, not like a sickness. There was this pod like thing and when he saw it he went to grab it so he could get this evil thing out of him. But when he grabbed it, he died. I was terrified and did not want that to happen to me. A little later in the dream I got attacked and the same thing attached itself to me. It was horrible and I knew I was doomed for the rest of my life. I was a slave to it. I was in agony, physically and mentally. It was messing with my emotions and mental state. It was hard to think and physically I was in so much pain. I couldn’t touch anyone and nobody could touch me. My family and friends tried to help me but they couldn’t. Nothing they did helped and they couldn’t touch me. Nothing could help me stop feeling that way except for the devil pills as I call them. I call them that because they had devil faces on them. They were only supposed to alleviate the pain of it for a few minutes. I knew where some where because I had seen someone put a stash of them in a costume head and put it up on a shelf to hide them. I took one from the stash and ate it. Somehow on me, it lasted a long time and I was almost my normal self. Then the scene switched. I was running away from something. I was on a motorcycle or something of the sort and I was running away. From what, I don’t know. But something tells me that it was something to do with what was attached to me. I’ve had this dream before.
