He was in my dreams.. A voice of a male said I'd be able to kill everyone I love easily as long as I let them close to me.. I'm in a attic now. there was a mirror in the dream, when I looked into my reflection there was a extra half of face on my head... where the back of my head should be full if hair, There was half of a face with a eye and a mouth. A shadow dark figure started to yell at me for some reason that i dont remember, then he grabbed my head with his hand that seemed like the only part of his body i could make out-(long, skinny, with long sharp nails) then he shaped twisted and shaped my face. then when i looked back into the mirror i looked normal. That man announced throughout the ancient attic we were in " now no one can see the hideous part of your face"... and I am scared of what it all means.. It was a lucid dream, but i had no control of the scenery.. someone help. I need to understand this.
This dream was very symbolic. The elements of the dream makes me think the this dark guy was the evil part of yourself. Mirrors shows us our features and souls in a way....eyes are the entry way of the soul so what did his eyes look like ? What did you feel about him? Just know that whoever this person is...you can defeat him.
I have nightmares and flashbacks of times past all the time. Demons figures come to me in my sleep and torture me, except i feel the pain. But see thats just it.. I ALWAYS wake up. Im not telling you to dismiss the message, always seek out truth. But dont literally drive yourself nuts and loose sleep. Remain calm remain the control
it could be a demon, the know the darkest side of humans. it could be your own subconsious or a malevolent spirit. first step is to figure out what it is your dewling with, best thing to do id get a name, names have power.
He crosses into thresholds of new lands.. Dark, demonic lands.. The smell of rot and decaying flesh spills into his nostrils. His soul carries such a burden that he feels his spirit is on fire. He carries on. A fortress of rough brimstone and ash lay before him.. Gaint walls stand centry over mournful cries with in. He carries on.. Entering in through gates of human remains, he see the brimstone walkway is covered in silt and flesh.. His already burdened soul weighs heavier. Upon arriving in the great hall, where man, woman and child alike, hang in cages bearly big enoughto cradle thier starved bodies. Before on a table only fit for such a place sat a feast of foods foriegn to any earthly land... Food only eaten by devils.. As he scanned the kingly dead feast that lay before him he caught gaze upon his host. A creature such as one he has never seen.. Such an impeccable beauty, none have ever witnessed. Its brilliance brighter than the sun. Who is this?? What is this?? Then i wake.