I had a weird dream in which I was riding with my brother in a car, trying to escape the killer Scrabble pieces. Every time they formed a word, they exploded.
I've been half asleep and was having a incubus or succubus experience. Ones an old hag trying to strangle me, and the other is like a male demon trying to have his wicked way. Its a similar feeling you get when you fall from a sky scraper in your dreams
To tell the truth I'm not exactly sure if I was asleep or half asleep
I had the strangest, weirdest dream last night. I dreamed that it was night time & I looked out of the window & there was a ginormous shadow of a Grimm Reaper holding a scythe. He was as tall as a building. Then I looked further up to my right & saw ships flying in the air (They looked like actual pirate type ships, boats ,vessels flying in the air). Then there was the sound of a trumpet & a thunderous voice said " THE END IS NEAR!!!!PREPARE!!!GET READY!!! OUR SAVIOR/MESSIAH WILL COME FOR HIS CHILDREN, THOSE WHO ARE WORTHY" Then The voice said " IF YOU WISH TO BE WORTHY & SAVED SAY THESE PRAYERS" & a large scroll appeared in the sky with prayers & psalms written upon them & as the scrolls all opened the voice repeated the prayers & psalms written on the scrolls. Needless to say I woke up freaked the hell out
What did you dream of? I once had this weird dream TWICE, I swear, exact the same dream to all the details. Only with 2 years interval. I was chased by a group of police, where I myself was a fugitive thief. I kept on running till I found myself stuck in between huge walls and I got shot. I woke up but I swear I could feel the pain in my right chest where I got "shot" in my dream. And it was not because I was uncomfortable in sleep, I laid on my back, totally fine and not pressed or pushed with anything. Weird....same dream, 2 times...What was yours?
Dreamt last night that I was in a place with those small semi-circular tiles on the ground. There were indentations featuring the shapes of religious icons (an interpretation of The Fall of Lucifer). There had been some kind of disaster, I don’t know what kind, and there were dead people. No one I recognized. No celebrities. Just the uncelebrated dead.
One man was screaming and being dragged toward one of the indentations that circled the tiled ground. He was twisting and changing, and I could not bear to look. When I did gather to courage again, a gargoyle-like image had taken his place. A minor demon it seems.
A voice told me to look again at the dead that surrounded me. As I did, many of them crawled or were dragged into the indentations of angels or demons turning to icons both beautiful and hideous.
Finally two last images, Christ and Satan.
Two women came from somewhere and anointed the icons. One asked the other what Satan had looked like before he’d fallen.
The icon of Satan transformed into that an angel with hair that was somehow both dark and light, not half-and-half like Cruella DeVil, and not salt and pepper. Just mixed in an impossible way that someone showed off both colors equally. The image reformed again, this time into a living baby. One of the women, despite this baby being Lucifer, decided that she was going to take him and give him a good home.
I could see that the other woman had misgivings about this, but she decided to support her companion in her efforts.
I am not a religious person. The only book of the Bible I’ve read with any interest is Revelations, and I don’t remember a scene like that.