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Age: 33 Zodiac: 
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Location: Peoria, IL U.S.A.
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 Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 10:16 pm |
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My dream is centered in this old huge mansion that I knew had more rooms than I could ever imagine. It had to be a few centuries old also, just with newer technology added for a final touch.
There were many of us gathered in what I’d say was the main meeting room. I think we were doing a study or documentary on the house. The main meeting room was very cold, colder than a normal room. It had an off white colored tile that completely covered the whole room. There were no windows whatsoever in the room, except an entrance door adjacent exit door. The ceiling was just as enormous as tall as the width of the walls and I remember noticing a few drains on the floor. If I didn’t know better I’d think this was an enormous shower room, but for what purpose? I was extremely uncalm and at unease. I knew something very wrong happened here, especially in this room. I remember feeling pure evil, this was the only way I can describe the feeling I had.
I think I was around 20 to 25 years old; I was the person I looked like then. My face was gentle and calm, I was assure of myself. I had medium length reddish spiraled hair. I know part of it was up in either a twist or partly pulled out of my face. I was wearing one of my old dresses I used to have. It was an off white-beige flowered long dress that showed off my breasts nicely and my curves. But, my eyes were a deep colored gold and seemed disturbed. If I learned anything the eyes tell what the soul knows, there was fear in them. Why was I here, I’m part of the pack, I was their leader or interpreter. Was I a medium or a psychic, all I knew was I wanted to run away quickly, but this place called to me in my head.
I told them I wanted to go outside and look around, check out the building I saw separate from the house. I think they said it was the laundry building. Where was the owner? Who let us in? What country were we in? Why did I insist on leaving the group alone into the dark and unknown? Was I the owner? Too many thoughts racing in my mind. I knew one thing, I was terrified, but yet I continued to the room.
That horrible feeling got even worse as I entered the laundry room. It almost breathtaking. The room had so much pressure inside of it. The door was large and crept as I closed it from behind. Why would a laundry room need such protection as a thick cement wall to encase it? I could feel a slight breeze pass me into a darker area of the room. I saw nothing but a wall of cement, but there was air hissing into the crack. There was something behind the wall. My mind told me to forget what I saw or heard, run as far as you can get, death was waiting for you and anyone you bring. That thought wouldn’t leave my mind! I had to know what was so terrifying, I didn’t fear death, but this wouldn’t be a normal death … almost like endless agony or torture, awaited me and any fool who dared to follow.
I ran inside and told the others was I thought I found. It took a while to get everything situated. I grabbed a tool of some sort and started to hit the wall at the base of the crack. Maybe 20 minutes later, with a little help the crack opened and revealed another room. I took a flashlight and stepped into the room and saw a hidden entrance on the floor. A man with darkish hair and light eyes opened the covering and a huge puff of dirt and dust went flying everywhere. When the stuff settled I looked into that man’s eyes and saw he was afraid.
Even with the enormous amount of light we had, the stairway was dark and seemed to go on forever. Finally we reached the bottom of the stairs into a darker oblivion of what seemed to be a one way hallway. I knew to turn around now or there’s no going back. I told them I didn’t think this was a good idea and to go back, I felt extreme danger ahead. They could see the fear in my eyes, I couldn’t hide it anymore. They all laughed with fear in their voices, and said we didn’t come this far to turn back.
The hallway was so dark that even our light barely penetrated it. If there any hazards we wouldn’t be able to see them. You could hear our footsteps in the small amount of water we walked in. I didn’t want to even think what could be living in it, slithering around our exposed feet. I would presume that nobody been down here for a really long time based on there wasn’t a sign of equipment in the last 50 years plus. We had to tear down the humongous spider webs that covered almost of the hallway. I was the leader, but where was I leading them. Death was with us, almost as if the Grim Reaper himself were waiting at the end of this atrocious blackened path. Then I heard the sound of water, heavy water. We hurried to see what it may be. Did we all hear right? The ocean, were we that close to it? I prayed a way out and it was ahead. I could see a faint lighted area ahead, we were almost there I could hear the raging waves getting closer and closer.
I was relieved when we reached the opening, I could feel the mist of the water on my face, the smell of the sea. But something didn’t seem right. The waves were raging hard and salt water poured in each time and looking out I could see the moon. It was full and colored red-golden. I could see blood on the full moon, memorized into the light I knew, just knew the evil was close. It called to me, the darkness. My eyes filled up with tears of terror, I knew we need to turn back now; Death was at every step we took now. I came here to die, what was calling whom? Did I call out to it and it answered and lead me here? Please let me be wrong, I knew I wasn’t, I didn’t need followers.
I told the group this was the end of the line for them, I need to go on alone. They all refused and followed behind. I had noticed a slime residue built up along the outer part of the wall of the walkway when we reached the opening by the ocean, now it’s also along the floor. I had to investigate what it was. I stepped on an area covered by the slime and could see it was eating at the rubber of my shoes. What was it, acid slime? What put this here; this was a warning to turn back! No one wanted to. A man in the group said this could be the find of the century. I said we all need to really watch each others steps for now on. I didn’t want to know what it would do if got on flesh. I prayed I wouldn’t find out. We walked forever it seemed it odd patterns to avoid the slime. I could hear water draining into something ahead. I was petrified to know what this could be.
I barely saw the edge where the water drained into a huge pool-like area. There were grates you could walk on that hovered over the pool of pure darkness. I said it wouldn’t hold probably because the salt water rotted the hinges and we didn’t know if it was secured to the bottom. Whoever built this tunnel went to the extreme to hide this whatever pool. It had great craftsmanship, but lacked attention to the salt rotting the metal. Just then I froze in my tracks, I saw a faint light in side the pitch black water. We all saw it. What could light up in water so black? There was no electricity, a flashlight would have died long ago, and it was time to go and now. But I needed to look into the depths of the abyss of darkness. Why would I get so close where I hovered leaning over the ledge? The water flowing into the pool didn’t make ripples in the water. Why are there no ripples? I saw one then, just when the light faded. Were my eyes playing tricks on me? My head was full of voices, was it the group, I couldn’t turn. I was fixated on the water. Even in movies I’ve seen, I’ve never seen something so dark or evil. I needed to touch it. Please stop me, somebody please!!!! I’m begging out loud, but no one moved, were they dead, was I going mad? I could feel my hand reaching from my body to the motionless darkness water. I felt a horrifying freezing sensation. I let the evil know I was there. We called to each other. My head felt faint, was it the liquid I was touching? I knew Death was in there, and then all the voices went quiet. I turned around still with my hand in the dark liquid. What did they see, was I blind? Then I awoke from the dream.
The thing that scares me the most is my dreams are getting worse. They are telling me something, but I can’t interpret them. I’m afraid, truly afraid. I’m afraid to sleep; I don’t want to know how the dream ends. Dreams are the path to our souls, is mine evil or do I sense evil is near. What is my purpose for this lifetime?
All I know is something wicked this way comes! That is the only thought that runs though my mind over and over again.
Dreamt on 8/13/05
Written on 8/15/05
Revised on 8/16/05
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