Veiled Malevolence

    In the shadowy corners of my perception, a vision emerged—a tall, gaunt woman cloaked in the garb of a nun. A sight both mesmerizing and unsettling. She defied the laws of nature, suspended in mid-air, her body levitating four feet above the ground. Slowly, she rotated, casting an otherworldly silhouette against the dimly lit backdrop.

     An eerie hum emanated from her ethereal presence, a dissonant melody that sent shivers down my spine. As my feet propelled me forward, curiosity mingled with trepidation, an insatiable desire to unravel the enigma before me. I drew nearer, my heart pounding like a drumbeat of impending doom.

     And then, in the flickering light, her features became unmistakable. Her skin, as black as the deepest abyss, swallowed all traces of light, radiating an aura of malevolence. Eyes devoid of color or compassion pierced through the veil of my sanity, drawing me deeper into a maelstrom of fear.

     An icy grip constricted my chest, and panic surged through my veins like a toxic elixir. The revelation struck with undeniable force—she was not a mere mortal clad in holy vestments. No, she was a being of darkness, a harbinger of unnameable terrors.

     Yet, as I recoiled from her presence, my imagination unraveled a wicked tapestry. Within the confines of my mind, a distorted image materialized—a blasphemous fusion of divine and infernal. Jesus, distorted and twisted, adorned with a crown of horns. Arcs of electric energy gripped his hair, yanking it back in a torturous dance.

     In that moment, the boundaries between reality and nightmare blurred, and I found myself teetering on the precipice of a horrifying revelation. The veil that concealed the true nature of our existence, of the forces that lurked in the depths of the unseen, was thinning. An unspeakable truth lingered just beyond reach, threatening to unravel the very fabric of my perception.

     My mind, a playground for the macabre, plunged deeper into the rabbit hole, consumed by a cocktail of terror and fascination. For what lay before me was not a mere encounter with a demon, but a glimpse into a distorted realm where angels wore horns, and electricity harnessed the hair of divine figures.

     In the face of such malevolent majesty, I trembled, my fragile sense of reality hanging by a thread. The world I once knew had shattered, leaving behind fragments of my shattered psyche. How could one reconcile the unfathomable horrors that lurked beneath the veneer of our existence?

    The answers, like whispers in the dark, eluded me, but I knew one thing for certain—what I had witnessed would forever haunt the recesses of my soul, etching a tale of cosmic terror that would forever leave me trembling in the embrace of the unknown.

I wake up.

Not Of This World

Dream 12.13.2017

I am introduced to a person. She is not human. Some would call her a monster. She has purple skin. Three arms and hands, two on her left side and one on her right. Her arms are also abnormal in size, much larger than they should be. She has ears similar to Shrek. I am told that she is called a "Schleak." There are many of these persons popping up all over the world. Not all of them look the same. Some have Caucasian skin with purple eyes. But one thing is for sure. They are not of this world. Dream ends.

I wake up

Alien Artifact

Dream 10/18/2017

I break into a compound. It is some kind of cult. Hundreds of kids work diligently on their computers. I am looking for something. One of the kids points toward a desk. Under the desk is a grocery bag full of otherworldly journals. I believe these are alien. I can't take them now, I will be caught.

I come back later. I walk quickly up to the desk that hides the alien journals. A woman catches me. She is over this whole department. I sweet talk her. She likes it. I kiss her. She walks away. I grab the journals and walk quickly to the stairwell. Dream ends.

I wake up

The Fourth Kind

Nightmare 5/31/2016

I live in a house in the countryside.

Aliens allow me to fly. I spread my arms and fly around the town, looking at old churches and schools. I come back home.

It's dusk. My sister, Kristen, is walking the dogs down the gravel driveway. The rest of my family is inside the house. The electricity cuts out and then comes right back on again . I hear my mom's blood curdling scream. I look toward the house. The shades are closed so I can't see inside. I look over toward Kristen, She shoots into the sky like something took her by the arm and yanked her out of this world at light speed.

Something strange is happening to me. I know that I'm about to be abducted. I hear the sound of my surroundings speeding up. A force grabs my body and I too am taken. Although the view from outer space is beautiful, the fear I feel is unlike anything I've experienced before. Dream ends.

I wake up

Abducted

Dream 4/10/2016

I'm living in my Middletown house again.

Many people come and hang around my place. One by one the people start to disappear. We all know what it is. Alien abduction. After ten people get abducted, we make a plan to get ourselves taken by the aliens. The plan works. We are on the way to their planet. We get there and it looks very similar to our planet. In fact, the aliens aren't even hostile, they're quite nice. And the abductees are all fine as well. Who knew? Dream ends.

I wake