A candle in a window to guide my way

The uncrowned king has arrived... the dream instantly became lucid... my second lucid dream...

Burning flesh was the first scent and visual. Inside a huge house of crying souls. The woman seems to be ashamed of her burnt body as I looked at her... from her head to her toes she moves in a drifting and slow pace... she tries to cover herself up with some type of linen. Outside of her tearing eyes, she was roasted to a crisp. I told her is okay.. you don’t need to feel ashamed... I somehow saw your death... I’m not here to hurt you... where am I? As I navigate through the familiar feeling house but I have no clue why I am there again and is ever changing....

What appears to be the center of the house. A stairway leading to the left or right and stands in front of me of a guide who seems awfully familiar to my first lucid dream....

She came with her daughter, both blonde and beautiful. Dreamland in a world of grey and gold light beaming through the windows. In the living room where we sat and tempting with their beauty was apparent. She went straight to the point. Sitting very close and next to me and in front of me which I assume is her daughter for they look so much alike. Her daughter was “looking” at things on top of a fireplace which much resembles the one in my house... stunning for I can’t keep my eyes off her and the mother is also very gorgeous like an older split image. My eyes followed her daughter as she moved with a smile...

The mother said do you like us with a smile? Do you want the both of us? Wow!... that came out of nowhere, I replied! Then she pulls out some kind of paperwork and asks me will I agree to stay? Dream instantly turned lucid for it started to matches what the shadow being said to me. I glimpsed at the paper with a line for my signature, and I immediately became infuriated and slaps it out of her hands in what I assumed she is after for my soul and her frightened daughter disappeared from the room instantly. I yelled her mom and informed her that my soul cannot be bought! She became very frightened and replied I understand. Where is my daughter and her crazy mother?!

Mother: they are in the kitchen...

I walked into the kitchen and saw my youngest full of smiles sitting on booster seat wanting me to hold her.

The guide in cloak hiding her face strikes a match and light the candle provide the little bit if any in a very dark house.

Guide: follow me... do you see the door on left?

Gog: yes and I saw a man looking like Walter white from breaking bad wearing glasses. With a menacing look and laughter sewing up clothes and items together of his victims... a murderer of many... I saw what he did from his POV and felt it.

Guide: follow me.. go through the room to the right... (she disappears)

It is a huge dark room of a queen size bed and a woman with severed head laying on her own pool of blood. As I turned to the other side of the room and I got to see more was a bunk beds... as I approached the bunk beds... I told her get me the fuck out of here! I’ve seen enough!

I might be the first angel that is willingly going to hell by choice now. How can I refuse divine orders? Even though I was assured that my soul is divine and I am allow to choose. Would be disappointing for how life has unfolded for me for a very specific reason destined for me to take the path. How can one turn down to be a God with no rivals which is also told to me as inescapable... I will not lie that I am afraid of the possible lash backs of saying no.. I am afraid of what’s in me and the path that filled with wars. In present life, my afterlife and beyond.

The catalyst: my marie, rose marie.

Thanks for indirectly leading me into the flames where my soul set a flame constant and forever burning but unscathed.

To be cont.