Beating the Devil out of me
I’ve not posted here in a while, but the dream I had last night had to be recorded.
The majority of this dream is uneventful, I’m rich and live in a large mansion, two minders follow me throughout the dream, you know the type, one tall man in sunglasses and a shorter white guy with a near shaven head. Both wear black coats and skulk around in whichever room I’m in at the time.
Towards the end of the dream I’m in a room, my minders are floating around in the background, there’s a little black girl playing in the room. At some point I manage to end up crawling around on my knees, the girl has a small child size chair and is trying to put the legs over my head as to trap it in there. She is following me around, chanting something that sounds really sinister in child-rhyme style, although the words she is chanting do not sound like words at all.
The chair is too small to fit over my head because I’m struggling to stop her doing so. I look up to the smaller minder to request some assistance however he looks at me as if to suggest that I should allow the girl to put the chair over my head. I give up and let her do so.
Suddenly with the chair over my head I begin to feel really anxious and can sense something wrong, I can feel a presence within myself that I didn’t feel before. Suddenly the girl is chanting ever louder and more quickly, I look down to my arm and see a black smoke rise out through my skin and get sucked out of the room.
By this point I wake up, disoriented and quite frankly shitting myself. The chanting girl had been eerie but the black stuff coming out of my arm sent me over the edge, that was nothing scary in any proper sense of the word but rather the anxious feeling that scared me.
I managed to get back to sleep relatively quickly and had no more dreams containing chair bearing children with the powers of exorcism.