Nightmare? Or Message?

This dream actually happened the other night, but I keep coming back to it. It kind of bothered me. I think it’s because I do feel like it has some kind of significance or meaning to it, but I don’t know what it is. Unless it’s telling me straight up that there’s a spirit attached to me.

I guess I should start off with the fact that I didn’t start off the night with this dream. I had woken up during the middle of the night, what time, I don’t know. Though I had no problem falling back asleep, when I entered this new dream nothing felt right, everything felt off and strange, out of place. I was in a room that wasn’t mine, but in the dream it was. I heard noises coming from my non-existent basement, cries and screams of desperation and freight and sadness. I thought something was wrong or someone was being held captive in my own home. Even though consciously, I knew it wasn’t mine.

Being the basic white girl in a horror movie, my ass went to the basement door and opened it to see something so horrifically frightening in the corner at the bottom of the steps. This pale humanoid looking thing was as white as a ghost, rigidly skinny so you could see all of its ribs, skin looked like it was sagging off of its bones. It slowly turned its head towards me showing its o-shaped mouth filled with rows of teeth pointing outwards. Its eyes were as big as a grapefruit, shiny and black with tears running down its face. Somehow it was able to speak or maybe it was some type of telepath. It kept saying “shut the door” and “don’t look at me” repeatedly, starting at a whisper until it was to the point of screaming at me in a frustrated tone. During that time, I kept getting a headache that got worse the longer it spoke but I couldn’t move. That is until it stood up and started running up the stairs with claws that looked eight inches long swinging at me, that’s when I built the courage to shut the damn door.

Of course, this doesn’t end here. I may have closed that door and attempted to run, but despite the creature’s figure, it was fast and strong enough to bust down the door. Me being me, I don’t go down without a fight, I grabbed the closest object which happened to be a lamp with a large and heavy base. I swung that lamp with all my might as I turned to face the creature, hitting it in between the areas of its temple and jaw. I must have hit it quite hard for it to fly to the wall and down to the ground. While it was down I took the little time I did to repeatedly smash its head in with the lamp. Let’s just say I thought the thing was dead.

I took its body and dragged its blood around to the back into the trash. Though its physical body was gone, its dark presence was still lingering around. Its energy was still strong and captured me in this depressing state that I couldn't seem to get out of. It got to the point that I started questioning if it was still around physically, that maybe I didn’t kill it and it found its way back to me. I ended up telling my mom about it and she had me do the whole spiritual protection ritual, smudging and many more things that I didn’t think would work. Until I felt all depressive feelings lift and I could see its lingering spirit drift away from me in a black mist. That was when I finally woke up.

I wonder if maybe it had some sort of meaning for me or not. Maybe I have gone through something similar but differently. I remember being a child and seeing what I assumed to be people, but no one else would see them. So I started saying that I see shadow people because eventually when I started getting older (maybe 4th grade), I could only see them from the corner of my eye but then not see anything when I looked in their direction. Nowadays I can’t see anything, but I was told last year in a tarot reading that I have an angel watching over me. Not just any angel though, the Archangel Michael, the angel that protects and keeps you safe. The reader said he has been there since I was young, basically telling me that he has been keeping me away from situations that could hurt or kill me in any way possible.

In some way, I do believe the reader because there have been so many times that I could have died throughout my life but I always seem to survive things that doctors said were deadly. Or even I noticed things about myself that if I hadn’t noticed it earlier I could have died. I had also moved my senior year of high school only to learn that there was a school stabbing that year. As well as there have been shootings in the building not far from my work place that I happened not to work those days. My close friend has taken it as a sign that maybe what the reader said was true. Maybe I do have an angel watching over me. However, because of this dream, it makes me wonder if I will be able to be protected from whatever may be coming my way this time or if I will have to face it myself. Or maybe I watch too many horror movies that now I dream about such things.