This is only a fragment of a dream, but I note it because it is almost a carry-over of a dream I had on 10/18/2012.
All I can really remember is being in my bedroom and trying to get changed to go out with Anita. I grabbed two of my favorite shirts and they were ripped and torn all over the place. I somehow knew this was caused by a demon and it made me think of the previous dream. I was upset and frightened about the demon being there. There had been encounters but I don’t remember anything about them.
At this point my brother and niece came over and came into my room. My brother asked me what was wrong and wouldn’t believe me when I told him a demon was harassing me. I was holding this empty soda can and crushed it with my hands. Suddenly, I felt the can tremble and it un-crushed then it flew across the room and behind the head of my bed. I look at my brother and asked, “Do you believe me now?!” And he did. Then I woke up.
It was one of those incredibly vivid dreams when you think you are awake.
I had been asleep (in the dream) and woke up to use the bathroom. I came back into my bedroom and laid down on the bed. I was feeling a bit aroused and started to run my hands over myself. But when I tried to stop I couldn’t. I couldn’t control my body. I wasn’t possessed, but something was in the room with me and it was trying to fuck me. It was a demon. I never saw it, but it was there touching me. I thought of something Ms. Graveyard Dirt said about fucking spirits on Tumblr, that it is the “weirdest sensation ever.” It was like that. Erotic and frightening at the same time. Continue reading →
In my last post I mentioned the barn owl over-shadowing me during my full moon ritual. I didn’t really think much more of it. We’ve always had owls here. We are semi-rural, with cows a block over even. So owls flying around isn’t a big deal, except when it is.
Yesterday I hung up my charms and amulets in my room (and a few I snuck into the kitchen) including my homemade dreamcatcher. I made it over a decade ago using willow wood and barn owl feathers. Yes, real (and illegal) owl feathers that I found at my college campus since one of my bio teachers showed us where one was nesting.
Then today I went for a walk around the neighborhood and found a beautiful flight feather just laying on someone’s front lawn by the sidewalk. The fact that it is windy as hell today means that it is a miracle that I found it at all. Continue reading →