I Have Always Had Vivid Dreams With Repetitive Dreams
So two days ago, I organized my room and after doing so, I decided to place the feathers I collected within a leather pouch as the last thing to be organized. Since it has leather strap—a small loop, but big enough to be put on someone’s wrist, not mine as I have small ones—I placed it on the bed frame where my head rests (on the little pillar thing), assuming that maybe it would help give me good dreams, or improve my spiritual state while at rest... Although it felt odd and I ended up feeling my eyes get weird.
However, throughout the night, I kept having the same bad dream over and over again. Each time I woke up for a moment, still very tired, I would assume that if I went back to sleep, I would have another dream, like usual. It didn’t. I kept having the dream of a woman, not quite human, she was oddly called princess/queen, taking form as a trusted person within my dreams, and talking to me. But each time, she would show her face, gray and black, while her eyes were the darkest and her wicked smile was also dark. Her entire face looked like a blurry image, similar to how you would smear a black and white drawing of pencil in a circle... She would say something and then scream loudly before wrapping her hands around my neck and choking me, smiling and laughing with that creepy grin on her face... I repeated the same dream over and over again... The first dream, at least was a bit nice in the beginning... Everyone had a warm feeling, and I felt welcome... before I ascended steps to another floor of a room, where there was a dark intricately decorated door a few yards away from us... It stood out among the bright colors seen everywhere else.. And her voice... Sweet but eery begins the door, and I remember someone telling me that she had been trapped in there, for good reason. But someone ended up letting her out...
She ended up showing up in my house in my dream, among other places in other dreams. (So it’s not quite the same dream over and over again.) Like every other dream, even when I tried to resist her, she pulled me towards her, without even being there. I felt forced to the floor slowly, drawn to where she was against my will... And she would always laugh threateningly... before looking at me. This time, her entire body was visible, all of it gray and black.... sitting, with most of her hair dropping down as she tilted her head down smiling to herself.. The back of her hair was pulled back (like a French braid but not) and she wore a faintly gold hair jewel on her head... A dress that fell a little past her ankles... Looked like it had a dash of some sort... And she wouldn’t even have to move for her to be able to push me to the ground... (This was my last dream of her that night, the other dreams started off with bright surroundings and her playing as a friend, before showing her face and wrapping her gray fingers around my neck laughing.) This dream I was able to stumble to the door of my own room and open it with a struggle, I attempted to get help from my mother... but (this is where my memory gets a little glitchy) she turns against me.. Blackened... I’m in my bed again and she’s at the side of me, smiling, but barely visible this time... And I feel weak... So I decide to boil my anger and scratch out at her in anger... She only laughs more..
I had to force myself to stay awake enough to be able to daydream away in hopes to change my dreams... it worked eventually...
Last night, I had another dream of her, and she again woke me up with laughter and choking me... I woke up at 10:53 am, and this time I decided to move the leather pouch, placing it on my dresser at the foot of my bed (the night before, each time I woke up I’d look at the leather pouch and think of how it might be giving me bad dreams, but thought I was just being foolish), went back to sleep, and the bad dreams stopped. I was able to sleep again, without being jolted awake.
I’ll see what happens tonight, I’m pretty sure the feathers aren’t to blame or anything... I thought they would have given me good dreams originally because of the recent Indian dreams I’ve been having (Native American)... I’ll find out what happens tonight and probably keep things posted.. maybe.
However, throughout the night, I kept having the same bad dream over and over again. Each time I woke up for a moment, still very tired, I would assume that if I went back to sleep, I would have another dream, like usual. It didn’t. I kept having the dream of a woman, not quite human, she was oddly called princess/queen, taking form as a trusted person within my dreams, and talking to me. But each time, she would show her face, gray and black, while her eyes were the darkest and her wicked smile was also dark. Her entire face looked like a blurry image, similar to how you would smear a black and white drawing of pencil in a circle... She would say something and then scream loudly before wrapping her hands around my neck and choking me, smiling and laughing with that creepy grin on her face... I repeated the same dream over and over again... The first dream, at least was a bit nice in the beginning... Everyone had a warm feeling, and I felt welcome... before I ascended steps to another floor of a room, where there was a dark intricately decorated door a few yards away from us... It stood out among the bright colors seen everywhere else.. And her voice... Sweet but eery begins the door, and I remember someone telling me that she had been trapped in there, for good reason. But someone ended up letting her out...
She ended up showing up in my house in my dream, among other places in other dreams. (So it’s not quite the same dream over and over again.) Like every other dream, even when I tried to resist her, she pulled me towards her, without even being there. I felt forced to the floor slowly, drawn to where she was against my will... And she would always laugh threateningly... before looking at me. This time, her entire body was visible, all of it gray and black.... sitting, with most of her hair dropping down as she tilted her head down smiling to herself.. The back of her hair was pulled back (like a French braid but not) and she wore a faintly gold hair jewel on her head... A dress that fell a little past her ankles... Looked like it had a dash of some sort... And she wouldn’t even have to move for her to be able to push me to the ground... (This was my last dream of her that night, the other dreams started off with bright surroundings and her playing as a friend, before showing her face and wrapping her gray fingers around my neck laughing.) This dream I was able to stumble to the door of my own room and open it with a struggle, I attempted to get help from my mother... but (this is where my memory gets a little glitchy) she turns against me.. Blackened... I’m in my bed again and she’s at the side of me, smiling, but barely visible this time... And I feel weak... So I decide to boil my anger and scratch out at her in anger... She only laughs more..
I had to force myself to stay awake enough to be able to daydream away in hopes to change my dreams... it worked eventually...
Last night, I had another dream of her, and she again woke me up with laughter and choking me... I woke up at 10:53 am, and this time I decided to move the leather pouch, placing it on my dresser at the foot of my bed (the night before, each time I woke up I’d look at the leather pouch and think of how it might be giving me bad dreams, but thought I was just being foolish), went back to sleep, and the bad dreams stopped. I was able to sleep again, without being jolted awake.
I’ll see what happens tonight, I’m pretty sure the feathers aren’t to blame or anything... I thought they would have given me good dreams originally because of the recent Indian dreams I’ve been having (Native American)... I’ll find out what happens tonight and probably keep things posted.. maybe.
