Everyday that I am alive in the Jew owned US where blacks and illegals are treated better than Whites is my living nightmare.
Came here to say that !
I had surgery last October and had to take vicodin for the pain. I had some real strange dreams that included people I had not seen since the early 80's.
But I was lucky. I had some in-home physical therapy and that nurse told me of another client that dreamed demons were chasing him and trying to kill him, so as to send him to hell. Still, I cut back on the vicodin and the dreams stopped.
I had a dream a long time ago where I basically went to the gates of hell. It was so frightening that basically my life since then has been a definition of running away from it. The two things I got from it basically were "don't even joke about hell" and "hell is essentially an equivalent of your own mind turning on itself and instead of working for your own self interest at it it's core it works against it".
Some of the dreams I had slightly before this time were similar to what you said the other client had. I would have dreams where I was half awake where I was sleeping but demons were coming up out of the shadows etc. Eventually (after the gates dream) I had dreams where I would chase down demons, reach in to dark rooms to grab them by the neck pull them out and bite them on the face. I essentially became nightmare and that's around when I stopped having nightmares.
It was about 2 or so years after that I had a nightmare and basically it was just getting stuck in an empty room, void of anything and not being able to force myself awake.
It's been almost a dozen years since I graduated from university, but I still have recurring dreams where I'm woefully underprepared for my finals so I desperately cram within the few minutes I have left. I'd fail the exams of course and have to repeat the year. I usually wake up in the morning unsure of my status for the first few seconds then quickly come to the realization that I have indeed graduated. The latest one occurred a few days ago. I suppose this is what I get for being a procrastinating lazy bum. Well, that and a mediocre dead end career that I've come to absolutely hate.
In my younger years I used to have dreams where I'd die in some kind of natural disaster, typically tornadoes. I usually woke up right as I got sucked into a tornado.
Crowded-ass bizarre mall chock full of kangz and sheeeit being full-on thugs, me, much younger (than I am now) and totally defenseless. Last night.
You guys having dreams about devils and hell, that is a call to accept Jesus.
A strange one a few weeks ago where I dreamt I died unexpectedly. What disturbed me the most is that I experienced the moment of death from "behind" my eyes as it were, and it really is as abrupt as they say. A shadow fell across my vision, my head slumped to one side, and everything went dark. The weirdest thing was I saw the briefest flashes of pixelation / blocky artifacts just as my eyes closed at the moment of death. I don't know what that's supposed to mean.
Just had a nightmare demons were on the room. They had taken over the bodies of the roofing guys and were destroying my house.
I just know I had a few bad dreams, won't call them nightmares where I was in a situation where some people were threatening my dogs life and I was defending him. Woke up and quickly found the furry friend to give him a hug. An outright nightmare... I'd have to go back to college during exam week, end of 2nd semester. I had a mirror hanging in my room on the back of my door and I was on the bed taking a nap after studying for a few hours. I found myself having trouble moving my muscles / body parts, including head, which was a sort of problem as I was face down on half of my pillow. So I could breathe but not all that well. And I wasn't able to shake free of whatever had taken over my body, I couldn't move. To add to the terror I began to feel, I rmemeber looking with my eyes, as my head was stuck, behind me somewhat and seeing a dark shadow I'd say, walking towards me out of the mirror. And the final terrifying detail, I heard what sounded like horse hooves, clip clapping on the hardwood floor of my college dorm. Holy fuck.... I felt like I was being taken over or possessed. I heard laughter or cackling amongst the clip clopping of the horse who seemed to be walking around my tiny college dorm. Finally I began to have bodily control return to me and the shadowy figure and noises slowly faded.
I learned later this is sleep paralysis and the people who talk about it make it seem like "everything's normal!", but wtf. I don't trust the reasons behind it.
I have a recurring nightmare where I'm trapped in the military and can't get out. I either somehow end up reenlisting by mistake or missing my flight to go home and can't get out of the base, end up getting redeployed, or time stops going forward.
I very rarely recall any dreams, but when I do they usually are relatively odd and very vivid. The last dream that I can recall was several years ago - it was of my late father who was hanging out in a cave for some reason with a long carved hallway (candles and ferns everywhere) and what seemed like rooms carved off every 4 - 6 ft. or so. You could hear drops of moisture echo off the walls, but nothing appeared wet, and while each room didn't have a door, they had some sort of adornment hanging above each one (I just can't recall what). Any how, My step mother was there to visit, and I was more or less observing (I didn't have a real place in the dream). My father was in a room within the cave, their cat (a black manx they bought when they got together, but had since died) was laying about in front of the door, playing with the dust on the cave floor, and then, my dad said it wasn't time (like he was rejecting a visit), and my dream ended. Ironically, I had learned that my step-mother was in the hospital a few days after my dream (she had a hard attack, and subsequently a stint put in). She died about 2.5 years after said dream. Likely coincidence, but still a bit odd.
At least in the past year. College advanced math courses. I still have nightmares about missing class or forgetting a test, and I graduated over 15 years ago.
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