Raziaar
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Okay... so I am taking a nap, and end up sleeping for about 4 hours. During this time, I sink into a dream. More of a nightmare. Many of the details are missing now that I am awake, but i'll try to describe it. Maybe you can help me figure out what it may mean.(note, this is typed hastily, it isn't in story form or anything, just me trying to get in details)
In the dream, I was a little boy... My age seemed to fluctuate in different areas depending on what was going on, but wasn't integral to the dream at all.
Anywyas, I was at this church, talking to a priest. I can't remember exactly what was going on, or what was being said, except that the priest wasn't too concerned in helping me, and was eager to rush me off. I went outside, and I was holding some big thing of fabric in my hands. I was going towards the parking lot, and there was a couple arguing fiercely there. I was scared, and started walking back towards the church, around the back, and side and towards the front again(evasive, I guess). The couple was walking towards the church as I was doing that, and all the while the fabric in my arms were unravelling.
Opening the door to the church, I walked inside and told the priest about the couple arguing. I guess him being eager to help the couple, opened the door to the church, and there was the husband(boyfriend, whatever), strangling the woman with the fabric. After she was dead, he turned on the priest, killing him with some sort of unseen weapon(not sure what it was). Then he left, and I was sitting there huddled in the church, scared and frightened, beside the dead body of the priest. After that, a demon came, and I remember sensing overwhelming fear. I don't know what he was doing there, but it was scaring me. Then my dream focus shifted, and I saw in the back somewhere, the cobbled floors breaking open, and the corpse of an ancient priest crawled his way out. It wasn't an undead corpse, but a living, breathing, albeit dusty priest. He seemed ancient, and my focus shifted back to me. After he came out, the demon went away, and my dream shifted.
After that, things were hazy, but constant... I would go about my life, and usually the first person I came in contact with during the day, died in some unexpected way. Whether choking, or being murdered, or falling/being run over... whatever. Everywhere I went, people died, and after every time, a demon came, and then shortly left.
I'm really damn confused about what any of this could mean. I told it to a friend, and they said it sounds like the plot to a movie, and asked if i've seen The Omen recently. I haven't seen it, only seen previews(which I never payed attention to at all), and nor have I seen any really other scary movies that would fit the plot of this dream at all. What confuses me the most, is how far of a stretch it is from any of the other nightmares/dreams I have had, where I could at least try to pick out what might be causing my thoughts about them while sleeping.
Bah /incoherent post.
In the dream, I was a little boy... My age seemed to fluctuate in different areas depending on what was going on, but wasn't integral to the dream at all.
Anywyas, I was at this church, talking to a priest. I can't remember exactly what was going on, or what was being said, except that the priest wasn't too concerned in helping me, and was eager to rush me off. I went outside, and I was holding some big thing of fabric in my hands. I was going towards the parking lot, and there was a couple arguing fiercely there. I was scared, and started walking back towards the church, around the back, and side and towards the front again(evasive, I guess). The couple was walking towards the church as I was doing that, and all the while the fabric in my arms were unravelling.
Opening the door to the church, I walked inside and told the priest about the couple arguing. I guess him being eager to help the couple, opened the door to the church, and there was the husband(boyfriend, whatever), strangling the woman with the fabric. After she was dead, he turned on the priest, killing him with some sort of unseen weapon(not sure what it was). Then he left, and I was sitting there huddled in the church, scared and frightened, beside the dead body of the priest. After that, a demon came, and I remember sensing overwhelming fear. I don't know what he was doing there, but it was scaring me. Then my dream focus shifted, and I saw in the back somewhere, the cobbled floors breaking open, and the corpse of an ancient priest crawled his way out. It wasn't an undead corpse, but a living, breathing, albeit dusty priest. He seemed ancient, and my focus shifted back to me. After he came out, the demon went away, and my dream shifted.
After that, things were hazy, but constant... I would go about my life, and usually the first person I came in contact with during the day, died in some unexpected way. Whether choking, or being murdered, or falling/being run over... whatever. Everywhere I went, people died, and after every time, a demon came, and then shortly left.
I'm really damn confused about what any of this could mean. I told it to a friend, and they said it sounds like the plot to a movie, and asked if i've seen The Omen recently. I haven't seen it, only seen previews(which I never payed attention to at all), and nor have I seen any really other scary movies that would fit the plot of this dream at all. What confuses me the most, is how far of a stretch it is from any of the other nightmares/dreams I have had, where I could at least try to pick out what might be causing my thoughts about them while sleeping.
Bah /incoherent post.
