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It was such a long dream.

I woke up over and over again, and kept on going back to sleep and returning to it.

It was horrific. It was about the unavoidable End.

I was in the swamp, on an inflatable raft full of air, and it burst. The raft was full of children I knew, and one other adult. The raft burst after some other children in a canoe hit it, and the canoe was the only vessel we had left, but it would only fit two.

We went to a muddy island.

Myself and the other adult had to take turns ferrying the children back to safety, one at a time, as the canoe could only fit two humans.

And I was taking a kid back, and the swamp waters turned to rapids, and I saw trails in the sky, and, even know I knew this swamp well, I had become lost. And a hoard of demons came threw, and I saw that there was one in charge, and he in charge of dis-ease. Not plague or pestilence or anything like that, he was the one in charge of bad health and degeneration of health.

And I woke up for a moment, and went back to sleep, and inwas on the shore of the chesapeake bay and I was running.

The skies around me were painted with the condensation trails of jets and missiles, and i was running from and into explosions, and the feeling of looking at skies so big, making me feel so small, and making me realize I could not escape no matter where I went.

And I woke in a mansion in DC. And there was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, looking at me in the eyes. She was nearly sitting on my chest. And she was telling me everything that I wanted to hear, and that I just need to wait until her father arrived. And there was a mirror behind me, and I saw the reflection of the mirror in my glasses, and she was a demon as well.

Her father arrived, and he was not disguised. He was a demon as well, but didn't seem to care about me at all. He was in charge of this mansion, and he was in charge of greed and this war, and convincing the people in charge that if they went to war it would better themselves personally.

I ran from this mansion on a hill, and scaled several fences. The demons inside didn't seem to mind, they had no use for me.

The sky was again full of missiles, and I knew the big one was coming. But the streets were full of demons. Riding in weirdly shapes tanks. Chasing me around, the end felt so mechanical, and I met the demon in charge.he was militaristic, seemed to take no joy from the carnage, it was just what he meant to do.

I woke up once more, and I know i met a 4th demon, but I have no recollection.

But it was awful. Seeing a sky so full of destruction that cannot be evaded.

It was such a long dream. I woke up over and over again, and kept on going back to sleep and returning to it. It was horrific. It was about the unavoidable End. I was in the swamp, on an inflatable raft full of air, and it burst. The raft was full of children I knew, and one other adult. The raft burst after some other children in a canoe hit it, and the canoe was the only vessel we had left, but it would only fit two. We went to a muddy island. Myself and the other adult had to take turns ferrying the children back to safety, one at a time, as the canoe could only fit two humans. And I was taking a kid back, and the swamp waters turned to rapids, and I saw trails in the sky, and, even know I knew this swamp well, I had become lost. And a hoard of demons came threw, and I saw that there was one in charge, and he in charge of dis-ease. Not plague or pestilence or anything like that, he was the one in charge of bad health and degeneration of health. And I woke up for a moment, and went back to sleep, and inwas on the shore of the chesapeake bay and I was running. The skies around me were painted with the condensation trails of jets and missiles, and i was running from and into explosions, and the feeling of looking at skies so big, making me feel so small, and making me realize I could not escape no matter where I went. And I woke in a mansion in DC. And there was the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, looking at me in the eyes. She was nearly sitting on my chest. And she was telling me everything that I wanted to hear, and that I just need to wait until her father arrived. And there was a mirror behind me, and I saw the reflection of the mirror in my glasses, and she was a demon as well. Her father arrived, and he was not disguised. He was a demon as well, but didn't seem to care about me at all. He was in charge of this mansion, and he was in charge of greed and this war, and convincing the people in charge that if they went to war it would better themselves personally. I ran from this mansion on a hill, and scaled several fences. The demons inside didn't seem to mind, they had no use for me. The sky was again full of missiles, and I knew the big one was coming. But the streets were full of demons. Riding in weirdly shapes tanks. Chasing me around, the end felt so mechanical, and I met the demon in charge.he was militaristic, seemed to take no joy from the carnage, it was just what he meant to do. I woke up once more, and I know i met a 4th demon, but I have no recollection. But it was awful. Seeing a sky so full of destruction that cannot be evaded.

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Besides looking up what each symbol means in your subconscious and interpreting in that manner using a dream dictionary. and besides jumping to the conclusion that it was most certainly demonic, do understand that once you are "armed" with balanced "spiritual tech," demons will no longer be bothering you in your personal space. Handling demonic energy is like learning to keep a wild bear out of your trash when you live in the mountains.

Yes, it is scary and there is an element of danger, but once you are "armed" with workable and effective "spiritual tech" and also take common sense measures (like handling and securing your trash) not being in bad place at a bad time, it really is no longer an issue or a source of fear. Those religious individuals who are constantly in a state of fear over demons are unprotected and constantly coming into contact with low vibrational energies because they are defenseless in this manner.

In order to arm yourself effectively, understand your heritage and ancestry, your dna, your cultural-spiritual practices that existed before the witch burnings and culture erasure, and develop a safe, high vibrational practice that honors these roots and brings you in the present moment in reverence and respect on a regular basis. This is a good start. Personally, I would not recommend energetic "shielding" practices but instead learning to Battle, in a gentle "Love and Light" manner; learning to become resilient and handle any energy projected toward you and face it head-on like Arjuna is encouraged to do by Krishna...

As far as this dream, there seems to be a subconscious fear of the "bottom falling out" (as in the image of the boat) and an anxiety of the true nature of Jew world order and the nature of the visceral Spiritual Battle that each of us plays a role in. Perhaps you feel like one false move and your life situation will blow up on you? Let me reiterate that there need not be night terrors for you to experience going forward if you arm yourself appropriately, with high vibrational practices, and take appropriate measures. You already know what you need to do.

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I respect your use of "high vibrational practices" during the night, but I'm fine with watching these dreams play put as they may.

They give me solace, and I like reflection upon them, as I think that now is the only time left to reflect.

They all feel real right now.

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I thought you were disturbed by them, my bad.

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The only bad dreams I have are good dreams.

Because you wake up from a good dream, and then you slowly realize that the waking world is worse.