Hi, I am OVCL and this is my first ever blog. I guess it will not really interest anybody,
and will not be read by a lot of people, if any.
I started this blog, because I have lots of dreams. I remember most of my
dreams, and they are really weird and almost real. Sometimes I forget some detail, but the outline still scares the hell out of me.
I wish I could plug a machine into my brain, record my dreams, and post them to youtube.... I bet you will enjoy them more then these puny little words.
I need to share these dreams. If you are reading this, you are reading this
for a reason, nothing else.
I find myself in the company of 5 people, but not ordinary people. These
people are special, as they have super natural powers. The group moves around a
lot and we need to do good. The more good we do, the better we feel about
ourselves. We all have very bad pasts. The lady with the reddish, almost orange
hair, with dark clothes on, was abused as a child, and treated as a slave.
Beaten if she did not respond immediately to each and every command. So there
was a chirpy guy, with no confidence wearing green clothes, and so on.
Anyway, we ended up fighting this witch, she was very strong and we were
losing. Clearly we were not strong enough, and we did not have enough skill to
defeat her, so she gave this screeching laugh, saying you will suffer because
of the sin that others sinned against you. Then the 6 of us appeared in a
prison, with a weird old man with a long beard. The prison was hanging above
the clouds in thin air. It had 7 levels/floors, shaped like a cone, or a bee
hive. The old man explained to us, that this was an eternal prison, and
that each of us had to pass through every floor individually, and if we pass
all 7 levels, then we have proven our selves innocent. However, if we fail, it
proves that we belong in prison, and will be imprisoned on that level for ever.
One by one the 5 people I was with went through the 7 levels, barely making
it through, each one of them tested to the extreme, especially on their weaknesses
from their past. In my dream, each person had a tremendous amount of detail,
and I went through the 7 levels with each one of them, experiencing each and
every gory, scary, horrific moment in detail. It felt like ages for them all to
get past all the levels. Thinking back now, unfortunately I can't recall all
the details.
So, I am the last person to go down, and I enter level 1. What I remember
from level 1, is a round room, with axes, a pillar in the middle, and a table
around the pillar. I am sorry, but I can’t recall what I did to get to Level 2.
Level 2 is a total blank.
Level 3, as I enter, ghosts and spirits emerge from the walls, and like banshees,
or like dementors in harry pothead, the screech in horrible awful voices and
rush straight through you, each time, taking a bit of your soul with them. I
start running down the path, which is very shallow, made of wood, like wooden
bridges on a pirate dock. I don't get far and fall to my knees with all the
ghosts and spirits tearing through my chest. The pain is unbelievably real. I
grab the hand rail, and roll my body under it, and fall 1 floor down on to the
wooden pathway/bridge, and get a few seconds to recover. I get to my feet just
as the ghosts and spirits reach me again. I start running, and the spirits and
ghosts start shooting through my chest again, and I only get about 10 steps before
falling to my knees again. The ghosts and spirits whispering all the time join
us, you belong here. I struggle on for what feels like hours before I see the
exit. I don't have anything left in me. Ready to die. Then I hear a voice, that
says, you will not die, you will not have that pleasure, you will suffer!
Ok, that is enough for now, this is shaking me up again. To be continued....
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