Sun

9 May 2024

Dream

The sun turned into a black hole and every one had one hour to live and I spend time with my friends and family then we all died

8 May 2024

Dream

I dreamed of the place I grew up as a child. I was in my grandparents home. The house has grey cement around it not paint. The windows are old type with 8 windows stacked in two's about 12" x 6". Some windows were opened with a book inserted to keep them up. It was early in the morning, I could see the sun shinning from a big window which was located in the middle east side of the house. I saw people walking around outside, people didnt know. Their were native americans, whites, and African american people just walking around outside. They kept knocking at our front door. We had two doors in the front of the house, one was located toward the east and one toward the north. I was looking out the windows closing the curtains. The curtains were made of a piece of fabric with wire holding it up as their curtain rod. No matter how I closed them you could still see through the cracks. I was there with my grandmother. She hears people knocking at the doors and I'm telling her not to answer, but she opened the the door to the west and people started coming in. The people were not normal. I tried to figure out what's wrong with them. They started attacking me. I noticed they could not speak, but could communicate telepathically. So when they were attacking me I told them telepathically, " My God is most powerful and almighty. I am his messages, Satan can not defeat him there I am God's messenger". I looked into their eyes saying that. I was not afraid anymore. But more and more people started to gather. So I asked the people I released from being possessed, " Why is this happening?" , they told me it's the devil and they told me I had to go to hell and tell him to stop. I asked, "Where is that at?", they told me the door is in the ditch behind the house where people are coming out from. So I started walking behind the old house and walked toward the ditch. I walked into what looked like a giant whole in the ground, the dirt was the same color of the dirt at my grandma's house. When I walked in it was like a long hallway, I could stand and walk in it. I could smell the wet dirt. As I walked further I started smelling an order like metal. The smell was unbearable but I kept walking. They I saw a light, like an end of a tunnel light. I kept walking through it. The smell got worse. They I walked into a sleeping area seemed like to me. There were beds like cubbies dugout from the dirt. There were women laying in each covered in blood completely naked. They were laughing at me. I realized the smell was blood. Some were pregnant. Their bodies all smeared in blood. They were not hurt. As I walked through so many of them finally came to a room. And I saw him. I think it was Satan. He was short had two small horns on his forehead and his ears were pointy. He had a long tail with a speared tip. He had hands with five fingers with black claw like fingers. His feet was large with five toes on each side with claw like toe nails. He was a male and was naked with blood smeared all over is body. He was standing walking back in forth in front of me. There was a dog like animal laying at his feet. It was a large animal like a black wolf with big teeth and it had large claws as well. Satan kept walking back in forth in front of me. There were other creatures around sitting or standing. The creatures were also big and had fur. And they were standing with legs. I was not afraid because I trusted in God fully. Satan did not speak bit communicated telepathically. Asked me why are you here. I told him, " I am a messenger from God, stop possessing those people. God is my protector in him I give my life to, he is my savior. He is most high and powerful then you. So stop the possessing these people. And he told me, he will stop. And nothing is going to hurt you walking out. So I left. Then I woke up...

25 Apr 2024

Dream

The afternoon sun poured through the windows, flooding my living room with a soothing warmth that enveloped everything it touched. As I sank into the plush cushions of the sturdy black leather couch, the tranquility of the moment washed over me. With a contented sigh, I allowed myself to become lost in the soft glow of the TV screen, its flickering images dancing across the room in a mesmerizing display. The gentle hum of the television provided the perfect soundtrack to my solitude, blending seamlessly with the hazy afternoon light that filtered through the curtains. With each passing moment, the stresses of the day melted away, replaced by a sense of calm and tranquility that wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. But just as I was lost in the peaceful moment of tranquility, a sudden knock on the front door shattered the peace, pulling me back to reality. With a sigh, I peeled myself off the couch and made my way to the door, curiosity piqued by the unexpected interruption. As I opened the door, I was greeted by my neighbor, someone I recognized from school. His excitement was palpable as he launched into conversation, his words tumbling out in a rush. “You know that fitness room in my house?” he asked eagerly, his eyes bright with anticipation. "In," I replied without hesitation. "It's about time we start lifting." Accepting his invitation to work out at his place, I found it convenient that he lived just across the street. However, as we approached his house, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It seemed larger than usual, casting a daunting shadow over the street. As I stepped into his home, a world that seemed to exist in shades of gray, my senses were immediately assaulted by an atmosphere that was as difficult to compliment, let alone see. The dimly lit lights cast feeble beams of illumination, their weak glow doing little to dispel the shadows that lurked in the corners of the room, where darkness seemed to pool like spilled ink on a blank page. A staircase loomed ominously in the distance, beckoning us towards its murky depths. With a sense of foreboding, I followed my neighbor up the creaking steps, the sound echoing in the stillness like a harbinger of doom. As we ascended, the shadows seemed to grow darker, swallowing us whole as we approached the room at the top. Before us lay two hallways, stretching out like tendrils into the unknown. To the east, a corridor shrouded in darkness, its secrets hidden from prying eyes. To the west, a hallway bathed in a faint glow, offering a sliver of hope amidst the encroaching darkness. Stepping into the room, the contrast was stark and jarring. Here, the lights burned brighter, banishing the shadows that had haunted us below. But even in the relative safety of the light, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that lingered in the air. And there, in the heart of the room, stood his father, a solitary figure lost in the relentless rhythm of his workout. Beads of sweat glistened on his brow, tracing a path down his furrowed face, as if each drop carried the weight of untold burdens. His movements were fluid yet frenetic, each repetition executed with a precision that bordered on the obsessive. As our eyes met, I felt a chill run down my spine, a silent warning of mysteries yet to unfold. But before I could dwell on the feeling, our hands met in a firm handshake, grounding me in the present moment and pulling me away from the depths of speculation. After exchanging greetings, I politely excused myself to use the bathroom and change into more suitable attire for our impending workout. My neighbor's father directed me down the west hallway, but to my surprise, I found myself in the bathroom almost instantly, feeling disoriented by the strange layout of the house. As I finished up my business in the bathroom, a sense of unease began to creep over me. With a quick flush of the toilet, I emerged into the dimly lit hallway, my footsteps echoing softly on the cold tile floor. Dressed in clothes that allowed for unrestricted movement, I made my way back to the fitness room, only to find it empty and silent. Bewildered by this, with a wary glance over my shoulder, I turned away from the unsettling stillness of the fitness room and ventured down the dimly lit west hallway. As I walked down the hallway, a growing sense of unease accompanied each step. The passage seemed to narrow, subtly guiding me towards a rickety ladder at its end. With a mixture of curiosity and apprehension, I climbed upward, my head emerging cautiously as I turned east. What awaited me was indeed another floor, confirming my suspicion that I had ascended into an attic space. However, there was little to admire in this dimly lit area, with its triangular shape and pervasive scent of decay. Cobwebs draped throughout the attic, adding to the eerie atmosphere. Yet, amidst the gloom, my gaze was drawn to an ominous door at the far end. Pressing onward through the attic’s murky depths, an unsettling sensation of being watched intensified with each step. Drawing closer to the door at the far end, I navigated through a maze of cobwebs that hung like curtains in my path. Some yielded easily to my touch, while others resisted. A labyrinth of webs, stretched out, casting eerie shadows in the dim light. The fibers clung to my skin like tendrils of malevolent intent, but I pressed on, driven by an insatiable need to reach the door that beckoned from the darkness. Despite the obstacles, I persisted, my hand trembling as it reached out to grasp the cold metal of the doorknob. But as my fingers closed around the knob, I felt a moment of anticipation before realizing it was stuck. Frustration surged through me as I struggled to open it, putting all my strength into pulling it open. With a surge of adrenaline, I threw my weight against it. And then, with a deafening creak, the door swung open, unleashing a violent gust of wind that seemed to tear through the very fabric of reality, revealing a dusty room that seemed frozen in time. Taking a hesitant step forward, I entered, the air heavy with the smell of neglect and abandonment, like the place hadn’t been touched in years. To my right, there was this lumpy bed that looked like it had seen better days, refusing to give in to any notion of comfort. And on the left, this old dresser stood tall, like a silent watcher, blocking access to a closet that seemed like it didn’t want to be found. But it was the window that captured my attention, its panes streaked with dust and age, offering a tantalizing glimpse into a world long forgotten. As I approached, with each cautious step towards the lone source of light in the room, memories flooded back, whisking me away to the carefree days of my childhood. Through the dusty glass, I could see my old backyard – the tree on the left, the two trees on the right, and the garage straight ahead. The situation felt impossible, like a puzzle with missing pieces, filling me with a sense of disquiet that I struggled to shake. The room’s dusty corners and musty air stirred a sense of unease within me, confronted with the undeniable truth that it was a part of my childhood home, challenging my understanding of reality. How could this place, so steeped in memories of my childhood, exist here and now? It defied all logic, leaving me adrift in a sea of confusion and disbelief. As I tried to make sense of my surroundings, in the midst of my rumination, the attic door slammed shut with a deafening finality, echoing through the silence like a gunshot, sealing me in with the secrets of the room. With a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach, I realized that I was trapped with no clear way out. Shifting my focus to the dresser that guarded the closet like a sentinel, I braced myself for the Herculean task of moving it aside. With a grunt of effort, I heaved the heavy drawers out of the way, their contents rattling ominously as they shifted. Behind the dresser, the closet yawned open, revealing a trove of forgotten treasures and memories. But it was what lay beyond the trove that captured my attention, a hidden passage extending an invitation, tempting me with the allure of freedom. With a mixture of fear coursing through my veins and determination burning in my heart, I crawled through the narrow opening, leaving the safety of the room behind me as I ventured into the unknown. Determined to escape, I navigated the narrow metal passage, each inch deeper fueling a blend of hope and uncertainty within me, like two opposing currents vying for dominance. Despite my progress, doubts about where this duct might lead gnawed at the edges of my resolve. Yet, retreating wasn’t an option; forward was my sole path, a relentless crawl towards freedom. To my relief, the air vent didn’t lead to a dead end, but instead brought me face to face with a register mounted high on the wall, just above the west hallway. Peering through the grate, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of the front door—a beacon of freedom beckoning to me. However, the daunting realization that breaking through the register would send me plummeting at least fifteen feet to the ground below gave me pause. As I pondered my escape plan, my thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the presence of a dark figure lurking in the east hallway. With each passing moment, its glowing red eyes drew closer, casting a shadow over my fleeting sense of hope, leaving me with no time to think, only to act. My body took over as I burst through the register and hit the floor, driven by an urgent need to escape. With every ounce of strength, I forced myself upright and bolted from the demon behind me. The door, a silent ally, granted me permission to exit, revealing chaos beyond its threshold. Instead of sunshine and rainbows, something entirely opposite stretched before me, urging me to shut my eyes tightly to avoid the apocalyptic scene.