“The Evil Dream That Lingers”

I very seldom pay attention to my dreams other than to maybe either laugh about them or say to myself; “man that was trippy!”  Who knows why we dream or why we dream the things we do? I’ve always thought that dreams are random and possibly influenced by something we had watched on television or created by something that we’ve eaten before going to bed like, say . . . pizza with everything on top of it.

Occasionally though, I have such powerful, vivid, realistic, dreams that they remain with me throughout the day as I question the motive for having it. Eventually, the memory of that dream just simply fades away, never to be remembered again. Last night/early morning, I had a dream, an incredibly vivid, confusing and somewhat terrifying dream that’s been bothering me since I woke up. It was disturbing and a type of dream that I’ve never had before. I’m hoping someone out there can possibly assist me in interpreting it or give me a logical reason for having it.

I had a dream that I was sitting in a classroom with a very large group of people. So many people that they were standing and leaning up against the classroom walls. The teacher was a somewhat overweight, middle-aged woman with shoulder length, dark wavy hair. She wore a pair of white glasses placed at the end of her nose which I assumed she just used for reading. She was wearing a black and white striped dress with a black sweater unbuttoned in the front. She was holding an open book in her hands as she walked up and down the rows of the classroom and had a very pleasant, happy, demeanor about her.

We were all listening intently and as she walked she said in a very joyful voice; “Hello everyone and welcome to the Satan worshiper family.” (Can you say freaky-deaky? Or maybe WTF?) I sat there stunned and remember thinking to myself; “What the hell am I doing here, I need to leave immediately!”  She began to speak again; “As always, before we begin each class, we offer up this prayer to our father Satan.”  The teacher began to recite some type of prayer, but I wouldn’t listen even though part of me really wanted to. I truly felt that by reciting it, it would make my life better than the hell I’m actually living in right now. I so badly wanted to follow along if it granted me something better than the pathetic life I’m existing in at this moment. I couldn’t do it, I just couldn’t do it and I felt like screaming out of frustration. I jumped up from my desk and ran towards the door and . . . woke up! 

 

O K all you psyche and religion majors, Light Workers, clairvoyants, Star and Indigo adults . . . please tell me “What the hell did that dream mean?” It’s been creeping me out all day, but at the same time, I feel like I gave up a chance on finally having something good happen in my life. Was it real or just a random, crazy, nonsense, dream? I’m sincerely looking forward to reading your interpretations of my dream. Thanks in advance, Blessings to all!

 

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