This was on thanksgiving. I was having pretty normal dreams. Then, the plot of the dream quickly shifted. I was in this apartment. My whole family was out in the hallway, and my dad was mad about something.
He then turned off the lights. Or I think he did. I don't know. It was pitch black. It wasn't like just normal darkness, it kind of severed any ties with the old dream and started something new.
I get grabbed by something. It was weird, because I thought it was someone messing with me, so I yelled to see if that would catch it off guard. It didn't.
I was more conscious then in a normal dream. It brought me to a room. It was almost pitch black. It was like moonlight.
the things touch made me. Sick. It felt like everything inside me was roiling. Hard to explain. I kind of see myself in different angles, and I saw I was sitting and holding my knees, with nothing holding me. Which has only happened in one or two other dreams.
It felt like I could just stay there forever though. Then, as has been happening often, I realized I didn't have to deal with this.
I focused on light and power and this thing dying, and slowly the darkness faded with patches of light, and a power vortex thing.
I woke up, and it was about 4 o'clock. This dream was very similar to another dream I had a while back, that I believe was some kind of past life vision. I didn't realize it then, but the room that it took me too was a house I had lived in a long time ago.
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