MarcusTH

May 24 2009, 07:08 PM

Which is why George Bush never should've been president.

MithrilPheonix

Jul 13 2009, 03:54 AM

Somewhere around 4:20 AM: July 13, 2009

This was the first night I decided to sleep with both the window shades, and the curtains, down and closed. Usually either the shades, or the curtains, never both, were open.

I was having a dream. I was inside the bathroom of a mall, or at least that's what it looked like because there were no toilets. There was only one shower in the corner stall of the big, probably 500 square foot, place. All of the other stalls were completely empty. No toilet, no showerheads, no shower drains, just one drain in the middle of the room. The reason it looked like a bathroom was because it had ugly mold colored (but with no mold,) green tile everywhere (which is why I said a mall bathroom, and not a restaurant bathroom.)

It felt peaceful because I was able to leave it, but for some reason I never left.

By nightfall, it all of a sudden had a room in the end, which I believe was once a wall. I went onto the bed, because I felt tired. Then, just black, like the dream was over, but it wasn't.

What felt like 2 hours later, it felt like there was something in the same bed I was on, in that same room (I can feel the same thing sometimes in real life, like when someone's walking past me.) I all of a sudden heard a growling noise, it came with a little crackling noise, like burning the perfect firewood, and I started breathing less. Gasping for air, I then got an insane rush. Something was trying to possess me. I started breathing even less, probably about six to eight breaths a minute. I tried moving, shaking it off or something. I stopped moving, and the only thing that went through my head was "the power of Christ compelles you," since I couldn't say it due to my lack of breathing. I tried screaming, but all that came out were exhales and a little but of whining. I then either felt power, or the same thing going backwards.

4:24 AM (I checked the clock after this)
I screamed, and loud too, as I woke up screaming at a low pitch, but it was still loud, which woke my mom up in return. She came in the room, and asked if everything is okay. I told her this.

She believed that the growling noise came from the dog next to me (Which is highly unlikely because my dog is not even medium size, nor is the race of dog to make that kind of growl.)

4:36 AM
I was completely awake, laying in the darkness of my bed. I wondered if my frickin dog caused this whole dream. I also wondered if there was something in this house, even though my parents and I blessed every room in the house. I decided to get up, open the curtains, but keep the shades closed, and I sat on my "gaming chair."

5:43 AM
After this being the second day this month to have wakened this early, I finished typing what happened in my dream, and now, I'm going to eat breakfast.