Its been several months since I have had a good solid dream that I can remember. There might have been a few loosy goosy ones, that I thought… that was lame, and I am not going to write it down, haha. Anyways, when I have a good one that I like, I make sure to wake up Todd because if I tell him right away, I can remember it better. This one is another spirit/ghost dream. Really, it is only the second one I remember having, and the first is posted just before this one in my Dream Journal section.
In my dream, I was not at my current house, it was one of those that don’t really exist, one that I made up in my mind. I must have been a teenager because I lived with my parents (which I would never really want to do willingly). I remember one night, I got a feeling that there were spirits around the house. You know, the kind where people get a feeling that something is there, but they don’t see or hear anything. There is more to this section of my dream (I think), but I cant really remember it all.
I’m not sure exactly when or how this happened, but all of the sudden I could see spirits … and there was a lot of them. They practically filled my house! They looked no different than normal people, I knew they were spirits because I was in my home and I knew who lived there. I remember looking at them and watching them to see if I could see a difference, and the only way I could really tell (besides not recognizing them) is that they would act a little different. When in a crowd with the living, if they need to talk, they would whisper and not really even be paying attention to what was going on even though their world co-existed with our world and they were very aware of it. They saw the living like we see the living. When I realized that, I was thinking… man that would kind of suck because you can’t get involved or do anything!
Even though I pictured other people’s point of views of myself talking to mid air while talking to spirits, I did it anyways. I didn’t care that I looked crazy! They were around, and capable of having conversations with me… so there was no way I was going to ignore that, lol. So back to the beginning of my dream, where I had a feeling of spirits being around, but couldn’t see them. After having this wild ability to see spirits, and seeing their normal behaviors, I realized that the ones I had felt earlier were a little different. It wasn’t actually common for that kind of thing to happen. Maybe common for people, but not common for spirits. It was only a few of them that were purposely messing around by trying to taunt the living. I would compare it to a personality of someone in normal life who would steal a candy bar, and not feel guilty about it. Other spirits were actually quite respectful of the living and would even hang out in different areas of my house where it was less used.
There was a demon in my dream… but I wasn’t really scared of it. It tried to kill me with an axe. Even though I could see normal spirits like normal people… I couldn’t see or hear the evil spirit. But I knew it was there, and what it was trying to do. I think the demon was a “ghost” even to the spirits… but don’t remember it after them at all. I don’t know why it was after me, but I wasn’t experiencing fear in my sleep, so it wasn’t a nightmare or anything. I think I was way to interested in the other parts of my dream, lol.
One person died in my dream, it was a young man… not sure if I was still in my house, or who this person was. But hey, you’ve got to love dreams and how they don’t make any sense, hehe. So anyways, he dies and he is laying on the floor. All of the sudden I see 3 or 4 (ghost) men come in to get him or his spirit anyways. It wasn’t like a happy reunion. The men there to pick him up were very quiet and serious about the whole ordeal. Later, while talking to a girl spirit (probably in her early 20′s, and very normal), I asked, who comes to get you when you die. And she said, your father (I think depending on the ways he dies). Again, now that I am awake and can’t remember everything, I can’t quite make sense of it. When she said that, I was thinking, oh no, lol… I don’t want anything to do with my parents. There were a few other questions I asked about death, but my memory of this dream is already slipping, so I can’t remember.
Anyways, that’s about it. I love crazy intense dreams like that 
