Dream Sequence: Number Four

I sat in a large room. It was underground. In the center was a large round table. Around it were several hallways leading off and some bleacher type chairs built into the walls and dirt. There were several people here with me. Several women and a few a men. We were discussing the demons and what they were after, and how to defeat them. We wanted to find were they came from.

The other people were discussing plans and I was watching them. I looked at a woman, she was dressed in tight clothes and had several swords and knives on her. When she moved her arms she left afterimages, given her the appearance of having multiple arms. I said "Your real. Your a real person in my dream." they all stopped talking.

She looked at me and said "So what? Your awake now? Just keep going in the dream like nothing happened, try and ignore me." I told her that I couldn't now. She said "It will be easier to do this all if you are asleep because your concious mind will block your strength." I told her i'd try and when I looked around I noticed everyone else had begun where they left off. They were talking abotu strategy. I looked back at the girl and she saw me out of the corner of her eye. she sighed "Maybe we should wait. Until he is not concious of this." she walked over to a counter and poured a drink. The old bearded man took his cracked spectacles off and wiped them with a hankerchief. He said "I agree, we need the green man at his full potential. In this state he will only be a burden." the woman came over to me and handed me the cup, she motioned for me to drink it. I did.

Dream Sequence: Number Three

He sat next to me in the passenger seat. I couldn't see his face, it was always blurred or in shadow. We drove down the street in a truck. He pointed to a hill that had a large house on the top of it. I pulled in to the drive way.

I felt lots of demons on the other side of the hill. We walked over the crest and below us was thousands of demons, digging in the earth. they were using machines as well to dig in layers. leaving a strip of land to remove dirt by. The were also pulling up large batches of dirt and rocks in pulley'd buckets. They looked up as we came over the hill. they began to charge. He said "I guess a civil greating was too much to ask for." We both charged down the hill towards the pit in the earth. I began to cut through the demons. Killing them quickly. Me and him fought back to back, cutting our way through them. They began to back off, hesitating in their attack. Then they spread apart and an african american man walked forward. He was much taller than me. Maybe twelve feet tall. He carried a chain that wrapped around his arm. On it's end was a hooked blade. He beckoned us to fight him and the other demons moved far back away from us three. The man with me lunged forward attacking. The huge demon swated him with a backhand. The man flew to the side hitting the ground with a loud thud. I stood back holding my sword forward. The demon begon to swing the chain in a circle at his side. He lunged his arm forward sending the chain and blade flying, I deflected it and moved under the chain quickly, driving my sword into his stomach. It stepped back holding it's stomach and pulled it's chaing back to him. the man got up and lunged at the demons back, the demon spun with the chain. I yelled out and jumped to save the man but was too far away. The man took the blade in his stomach, the chain whipping his side.

I landed next to the demon who reached back and grabbed me by the neck. He picked me up off the ground and then slammed me back into the ground. the dirt under me pushed away from the force, raising a small dust wave. I coughed as my chest felt concaved from the impact. the demon swung his hand and the bladed tip tore through my knee's. I felt my kneecaps shatter. "You are too powerful to let run around as you please." the demon said looking down on me. "But you are too powerful for me to kill also." He began winding his chain up around his forearm. the man crawled next to me. He yelled out "You stupid N****er. Too chicken shit to keep fighting?" The demon's face flashed over with anger. He let the chain drop to the floor and walked towards the man next to me. With the arm not attached to the the chain he picked up the man so their faces were in front of eachother. The chain lay on the ground next to me. I picked it up and swung it with all my force. It wrapped around the demons neck, the blade stabbing through the flesh of it's neck. I pulled hard and the chain unwrapped, dragging the blade in a circle through his neck. I could see the bone of his spine through the open wound. He looked down at me, his face looked puzzled, and annoyed. I shrugged and apologized. I looked around, all the demons were gone, there were not anymore in the pit they were digging. I looked at the large african american man, that had a demon in him. And he looked still puzzled at me. He dropped the man.

Dream Sequence: Number Two

I stare out the window at a dark street. I know their out there. And I know they're coming for me. I pull my sword out of the wall that I had stuck it through and leave. I feel them stopping, turning, sensing me. The begin to move slowly towards me. I walk down the street towards the lights in the distance. A person jumps out from behind an abandoned car. He lunges at me with clawed fingers, his face twisted into an evil grimace. I quickly slash him open without stopping. He falls to the ground dead. I feel more possessed getting closer to me, moving with an urgency. I know they don't want me to survive.

The people used to be normal everyday people, but they are not possessed with demons. Their souls tainted and demonic. They hunt people that havn't been possessed and infect them with their demonic essence. Though they can't infect me, they just need me to die. I begin to jog as I feel the mass of them moving on me. I can hear them running behind me, scrambling over one another, moving through cars, breaking out of windows. I can see them in my peripheral vision running on the rooftops of the buildings around me.

In front of me the ground shakes and the asphalt breaks apart as a huge demon crawls out of the ground. He stands several feet taller than me, his skin is falling off his body slowly, revealing the muscle and tissue under. He has no lips so his teeth and jaw are fully bared. He screams maniacly and charges at me. I raise my sword and slice through his neck without missing a step in my jog. He falls down dead. The horde of demons behind me hesitates for a moment and then continues to follow me.

I am bored of these demons. I am tired of them attacking me. I am tired of avoiding them. I am tired of this standstill. I begin to run as fast as I can. The demons can't keep up.

I come upon a large house with lights on. There are demons crawling on the outside of the house, and a mass of them trying to break into a large metal door. As I arrive they turn and began lunging towards me. I kill them one by one. I feel more coming, more then I have ever seen. I go to the door. It is metal, iron. It has a symbol of a bird on it, in the birds claws is an eye. I pull the door open easily and enter. I close the door behind me and place the lock in so it can't be opened.

Before me is a short hallway that leads only to a set of stairs. I climb the stairs slowly to find group of people. There are four people surounding a woman. The woman is naked laying down with her legs spread apart. She has dark blonde hair that is matted to her face and shoulders as she is sweating. Another woman is kneeling in front of her vagina. This woman has a sharp triangular face, she wears spectacles and her hair is pulled tightly back in a large braid. She is wearing a robe that covers most of all of her. She is stimulating the other womans clitoris while slowly scrapping the inside of her vagina with spoon. She looks up at me as I enter.

A man approaches me. He is short and old. He has a very long and wide beard that is pure white. His spectacles are cracked and he has a full head of white hair. He holds a cloth cap in his hands, he squeezes it like a stress ball. He approches me with astonishment and says "I didn't believe you existed! I thought you were just a myth." I think he's rambling and ask what's going on. Everyone looks at eachother, seemingly unable to decide what to say. There are two more men in the room. One is a small frail man with long lanky limbs. he is standing to the side of the girl looking down at her worriedly. He too has a triangular face. his hair is red and short. His arms folded in worry. The other man is a doctor that is overseeing everything with a worried expression.

I look at the girl laying down and she looks back up to me. I move towards and instantly realize that she holds something inside of her that they are trying to get. But something is blocking it. I push the other woman aside and tell her I know what to do. I pull my penis out and press it against her opening. She is wet and ready. I push myself inside of her for one thrust and then pull myself out. A thick cream colored liquid begins to poor out of her. She gasps in pleasure and begins to cry in happiness. The people around me push me out of the way and began to place mason jars under her, filling them. I put myself back in my pants and pick my sword back up. I go outside to defend these people.

Dream sequence: Number One

The begining of the dream is hazy and unfocused. I can't recall it. My awarness begins to come in towards the end:

I'm in an apartment complex. Outside the door behind me is a man that brought me here. I'm standing in an apartment. There is a tall slender african american woman standing in the middle of the room. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail, she is wearing a skirt and and a t-shirt. Her breasts are very large for her frame, too large even. There is a man tied to a chair, his mouth is taped shut and his eyes are crusty from dry sweat and tears. He looks dirty and disheveled.

She asks If i'm ready to begin and then swings a large knife downwards and severs the mans hand. He screams in pain under the tape and I am shocked. I hear something behind me and turn. there is a tentacle crawling toward me on the floor. I kick at it and it rears back like a snake. I hear another scream and turn to see the woman slowly sawing the mans arm off at the shoulder with her knife. I see his flesh seperating as blood pours out of the wound. I turn again and see the tentacle is now several and they are as large as a dog. It lunges on me and knocks me to the floor. I roll over it and pin it to the ground, holding as many apendages as I can down. I look up to see the man barely concious, his eyes unfocused. The woman stabs her knife straight down, it pass through his thigh and thunks into the wooded chair. He screams again throwing his head back.

The creature below me grows to the size of a man. It has a thousand appendages and is formless. I begin to tear pieces of it off. throwing them aside. It fights back whiping me, leaving cut marks all across my back. My shirt falls off from being cut in so many places from the whipping tentacles. I begin to tear at the mass in a rage, pulling loose large chunks of flesh and things. Finally I stand above it panting. It is a pile of twitching tentacles but is no longer alive. I turn to the woman and she smiles and nods, then she leaves. I check on the man, he is dead. I walk out the door and the man who brought me here is sleeping against the wall next to the door. I kick his foot and tell him it's time to go. He scrambles up and asked if I beat it. I tell him I did and he says "Well hot dog, I knew you could do it kid. Let's get out of here and get something to eat."

What a long journey it's been indeed.

I began my research and introduction into the world of the paranormal when I was young. Around the age of eight in fact. I was raised in the LDS religion and at the age of eight I was also bapbtized into the religion, as is custom in that religion. I was also "given" a lesser form of the "priesthood" through a ritual laying on of hands. Something I had expressed I did not want, nor believed in. I was given this "gift" anyways. Shortly after I was present as my mother performed a tarot card reading and I was instantly fascinated. So began my interest in things outside the realm of normality.

In sixth grade around the age of ten or so, while attending Monroe elementary, I presented to my class a report on egypt. We had been assigned to pick a country we were interested in and or had lineage from. I chose Egypt. My report had a translation of hyroglypics, a list of all the egyptian gods, the story of Osiris, and an account of the rosetta stone. I was enthralled with Egyptology. Around this same time I began to develop several... quirks.

During this time I lived mostly with mother in a red brick apartment (which is also the name of the small apartment complex) with four of my brothers. Life in our home was lived in a different lifestyle then some, though in the end I would say the result of the lifestyle was seemingly the same as other family's. As kids we were not more affected by the lifestyle than any other low income family. The only difference being how money was made in the family.

Several times I did move back and forth between parents though. And for a few periods of time I lived with my father in Idaho. I remember the time fairly vividly because It was shortly after my dad remarried and there was a lot of emotional energy. Mostly because I grew to resent my stepmother. But there was a period of time we lived in a small house. It was a small house that sat in the middle of nowhere. There was a small horse pasture across the street. And in the backyard the old remains of another house that had burnt down. Being kids one would think that me and my brother would play alot in the massive backyard, one would be wrong. We very rarely dared venture outside to play. There was such a massive ominous dark feeling in the backyard me and my brother tended to stay inside almost exclusively. In the back of a house was a small walled in deck with the entrance to the basement. Me and my brother never entered the basement, the entire time we lived there. We would hear wailing constantly from the basement, a long drawn out wail and moan. My dad said it must be a cat got stuck down there, though we never saw no cat nor any cats around. This wailing occured every day, and every night that i can remember. The few times I dared even look down the stairs I could feel something dark looking back up at me. I woke up often in the middle of the night to look out the window. I would see three people standing on top of the pile of burnt wood where a house stood, looking back at me. Shortly after for reasons i don't know we moved. And shortly after that I moved back with my mom.

At this time I began to find myself becoming much the observer. I would sit silently in a corner and slowly people would begin to not notice my pressence. I would often sit for long periods of time just watching and listening to the adults. I began to try and make myself unnoticed. Often times I would surprise my mother and the other adults with knowledge of exactly what was occuring in the house, despite their attempts to keep parts of the lifestyle completely hidden from the children. I read alot; mostly books about animals and also comics and fantasy books. And played alot of video games as well as watched a lot of star trek. And while I was a happy playful kid with hobbies, I was deeply fascinated with occult subjects and the paranormal. I began to develop odd behaviors; I would often at school and at home stare through people for long periods of time. Often the people would complain of feeling severly uncomfortable or creeped out. I could stay in this state of staring through people and looking at nothing for upwards of ten to fifteen minutes without blinking. I believe it was a trance state, though at the time I called it just spacing out. I could sit down with someone in conversation and I would be able to finish their sentences. I could write down what they would say before they said it. I did this a couple times with my mom while she was on the phone with a friend.

During the time we lived in the red brick apartments home life became a little unstable and I ended up moving with my father, who moved to a place called Monroe Utah. Ironically I went from Monroe elementary to junior high in Monroe. Ironic or synchronistic? Monroe had a population of under 900 people if memory serves. All Mormon. Upon arriving my dad was told he should go back from whence he came. Apparently they didn't want us city folk in their town, even though we were mormon as well. We lived in a small house with two bedrooms. There was a third bedroom that was built on to the house as an addition before we moved in. It had two built in shelves that served as large beds. This was one of the most paranormally active place I have ever lived. I would see shadows of people walking about the house almost nightly. Often I would hear a pop of energy, but could never place where it was coming from. I would often lose time in the house. On several occasions I would know without doubt I was being watched. My dad has also told me stories that reflect my own experiences, though some of his were much more dangerous and negative. For reasons I can't explain I beleived there to be an underground part of the house, although there was no evidence of it. And also felt several times that there was a burial site on the property. Though there was no evidence of one, nor did I ever search for one.

Later I moved to park city with my dad and little brother. I mostly gave up my interests in such things as I spent a lot of time taking care of my brother as dad worked a lot. I was prone to be quiet a lot and sitting alone in thought. My interest in such things was not reignited until years later when I visited my mom for a week stay one summer. Where for the first time she read my tarot cards. I borrowed some books from her and took them home to study. The main book I read was the Pyschic's Guide. My dad inquired as to my interest in such things, and while initially I thought he was mocking it, later I realized it was the first hint I had that he too was as studious as I was of such things.

The first thing I tried from the book was astral projection. I attempted this over and over and over ever single night, and twice a day. I had several instances where I thought I had succeeded only to be instantly brought back to reality. Being young I gave up. I next tried controlling a flame. I succeeded with easy success and moved on. I attempted telepathic projection and reading, resulting in my mom hearing me sing a song when she was on the other side of the state. And also heard me talk to her, things I was doing in my mind as a trial and experiment. After success I came to the conclusion that I while I was being successful in projecting telepathic thought not everyone was able to hear it. As in out of my family only my mother heard me (though at the time I thought my dad mocked such things and never tried to contact him.) I then found and built a pendulum. Using this gave great results, one of which excited me so much that I released a burst of energy that made the light, computer, and tv turn off. It was my first telekenetic experience. Though far stranger things were soon to come.

To be continued...