30 Jun 2024
Dream
Had two drams in one and they were both scary
The first. I saw a mom who moved into a house and the place had a ghost in it, a tall skinny man dressed in black with a bowl hot on his head. The house looks like a two story house, but when climbing the first stairs, just before taking the second stairs, there's a room on the right hand side, which is where the son's room is in. In the dream, the little boy has been telling his mom there's something in the house and it's not pleasant, but the mom always brushed it off; until one day she heard shuffles on the second floor, and then heavy steps, so the mom decided to truly pay attention. As the steps are moving toward the stairs, so was the mom. I could feel what she felt, fear; fear that this thing had finally decided to take her child, so she made a b line for the stairs and got to her son before the thing and that's when she saw the thing. She ran outside with him. In the same dream I saw another bad man who befriends people with kids in the same area the lady lives in, and what that bad man does is kidnapping the kids and sell them to rich people. I saw myself as the kid's protector and jumped in the car and saved one child, but that had guy wasn't working alone; he and his accomplice had each stolen a child, I saved one, but the cops were looking for the other child. I then saw me looking through the eyes of the chief of police investigating the kidnapping, at the same time I was a by standard. The chief of police was analyzing which route the kidnapper could have taken; he thought there were only two routes that end up connecting with the main route a good distance from where the kid was abducted, only to find out that there was another dirt road that is not traveled much, one can't see it if you're not looking for it. This route is also connected to the main route miles away from the abduction and the my dream changed as the chief was thinking about which route the kidnapper might have taken
In my second dream, I saw me watching a photoshoot. This photoshoot was of a wedding dress. The designer, a dark skinned woman, who is well known for her beautiful wedding dresses had just came out with a new wedding and was introducing it to the world on one of those big fashion magazines. The photographer, Asian , also a woman, also well known for her work. In the dream, it seems the fashion designer and the photographer were good friends, for it felt like they have been working together for a very long time. The photographer was popular for her water pictures; she had a big and large tub like pool, but it was more like a non-slip pad, but also a tub. The pad/tub was red on the outside and black on the inside and was filled with water; the black color made a perfect contrast to the white dress when the models lay in the pad/tub to be photographed. The scene was ethereal, it was as though the dress was floating and yet flying. The designer was dressed in a red cocktail silk gown that was off the shoulders, wrapped at the waist and revealed a whole lot of leg. The designer looked happy, but it was a surface happiness. I saw me telling her about my designs and she was a bit dismissive when I was explaining some of my sketches to her. Then she was doing a speech, like she was having a big reveal of her new wedding dress; a party of sort. At the beginning of the speech, she was fine, then it took a turn quick, she started talking about her son who had passed away. In the dream, the boy had died young, he wasn't older than eight or nine and wasn't younger than six or seven. I couldn't determine the boy's correct age, what I knew for sure was that he had died extremely young. As she was talking about the boy, she started saying "I see him mama. He's here". Her mom thought her daughter had started to lose it, but didn't say anything because she didn't want people to think that she thinks her daughter was going crazy. And the designer said that "he took my boy to hell with him" she was crying in a mournful and yet angry way. That's when I understood that the boy had died by his father's hand, he had burned the boy and himself as well. As the designer was crying, she started saying "let him go" like the boy's father had kept him in hell with him as leverage; for if he kept the innocent soul, he wouldn't suffer as much in hell as he should. And I saw the party had turned into a church and they started praying for the mom to let go of her child because her anger could open the door for her child to possess her, and for the child's sould to leave hell before it gets corrupted and I woke up with the song on my lips
