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Pig Mask Dream - 9/20/2012

I had this Dream about a Year ago and I forgot to post it on here so here it is.... I must say this dream was unbelievably creepy. My cousin, who is going to college for producing films, wanted to use this dream for one of his short films, lol. It's an interesting dream to say the least... Anyway, here it goes:

 

Pig Mask Dream 9/20/2012 


I was in this trailer with this kid and my in-laws and Jeff (My Husband). There were huge fish tanks everywhere with bizzar looking fish in them. I was wanting to take the fish tanks home and as I was walking to the door there was a panic.

 

The little kid started screaming. And one of my in-law's said "Someone is at the door". I was spooked. The door had a window with a light colored curtian covering it and I could see the shilloette of a man through it. I freaked and we all ran to the back room.

 

We heard banging from outside the trailer. We kept going from room to room. This trailer seemed to be growing rooms! Then the banging stopped and I told the kid it hide by the side of the bed of the room we were in. I walked out into the hallway and looked out the window, and there were these men in pig masks looking through the windows and they started banging on the windows and trailer again.

 

I ran to make sure the door was locked and make sure no one had got inside. Then I looked out the window and saw a riot going on. People were swinggin chains, carrying weapons and shooting guns, and running in the street around the trailer!

 

I ran back to the room that the kid was in and it was just me and the kid there. I looked into the next room and there was this girl in her underwear hunched down in the dark room and her hair was long and black and it covered her and part of the floor. She was breathing very heavily.

 

I was so afraid to go into the room so I slwoly backed away and when I turned around the kid I was with had changed. He had black as cole eyes and huge bags and was completely pail and he just stared at me. Then I woke up. 

 

Supernatural Show Dream: July 27, 2013

WARNING! THIS DREAM IS VERY DISTURBING... READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!
 
Okay here is the dream. First off there is this show called: "Supernatural" over here. It is a show about two guys who fight off demons and try to stop the Apocalypse . At least that's what I have gotten from it... I don't really watch it and I have only seen a few episodes... Anyways here goes the dream: 
 
This dream was about the guys from the tv series, "Supernatural". I don't know their names though so I will just say "guys" or guy" or whatever...
 
 It all started when I walked into this warehouse-like room and saw the guys from supernatural. One was all evil looking and the other one was normal and the normal one suddenly ran up to me and picked me up and ran out the door.
 
 But as he was running with me, before we could get out of the door, I looked over and saw the other guy twitching and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head and they were turning black.
 
 I was freaked out. I remember thinking, "Oh my god, this is it, I am going to die!!!"  It was so intense. When he put me down I realized that I was bleeding..down there... I thought that I had started my period and got really embarrassed and apologized to the guy. 
 
Then, the guy said. "No, you are giving birth to Lilith " I freaked out again.
 
 All of a sudden there was blood everywhere coming from me. I know, gross right? Then through out the whole dream I was fighting off demons with the guy and one of the demons wanted to father my baby.
 
 And the whole time we were fighting off demons I was still giving birth.... I was just walking and running around in labor and bleeding everywhere... 
 
We ended up banishing the demon that wanted to be the father of my baby, too... Among other creepy demons... or what ever.
 
 And also, the whole dream I was still giving birth. Let's just say it was very bloody and gross...
 
 I woke up before I even had the baby, or "Lilith" or whatever!!
 
 It was fucking crazy and intense!! I didn't even tell you the whole dream. There was just too much going on in it to tell it all. I woke up feeling so wierded out, lol. Then I went back to sleep and had another dream that I barely remember... And that's it... Crazy, right???
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Abdul Alhazred

Folder: 
Poetry

Alhazred was born in Yemen,

Traveling in the known world;

Amassing lore and legend,

And the tales of the fiends.


 

A writer and a poet,

He was educated much.

Geometry, algebra, Alchemy

And magickal incantations' need.


 

From the cup of occult knowledge

He drank deep...

Driving a normal person

To madness or beyond.


 

Alhazred was once a normal man,

With desires like we all can.

He was Arab by birth,

With a pale skin in rebirth.


Being labeled the mad,

As he was once a dad.

But had to eat his child,

By the King of the Palace's might.


 

He wrote down the Necronomicon,

In more than one song...

The obscure, the forgotten,

The suppressed, the rotten.


Never meant to be read;

It causes insanity with speed.

Not interpreted rationally,

The thoughts cause a rally.


 

Alhazred was insane,

By the lore he learned within.

But he wrote clear,

With many a tear.


 

The state of the Universe,

In reality suspense;

Plaything of mad gods at best,

Sewer of evil in the north, south, east, west.


 

Humans dare not dream of this,

For their peaceful lives they cannot miss.

A warning and guide this book is,

And by the Djinns you do wish.


 

Alhazred died, not a mystery,

It is written in history.

In the marketplace,

He was erased.


By the Demon from beyond,

Who wanted him gone.

Blood upon the sand,

There he was banned.


In broad daylight,

With many a sight.

 

He meddled with evil things,

With beings with wings.

He is now dead,

After he bled...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem about the Mad Poet Abdul Alhazred who wrote the Necronomicon.

More Than Just Me

Its just so hard to be an angel for everyone

When the devil is inside

It's hard to be a light to follow

When you just want to hide

It's just so hard to be strong for others

When you are living a lie

It's just so hard being me

Believe me now, I've tried

 

But yet I grow stronger everyday

I've become better along the way

And although not everything is OK

Every night becomes a new day

I have learned to weather the storm

And to enjoy every new morn

To smile wide as new plans form

And its these thoughts that keep me warm

 

I'm not perfect, as you can see

But it's what I am striving to be

I will teach others the key

And it'll will be more, than just me

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awakening

run from pain by diving through it
seeking to awaken from the cold
feel of its splash upon me
reach deep and wrap myself
in cloak of dreams
shelter from their sanity
know path of dreams
and wishes by the stroke
of their movements
as limbs animate
them as paintings
moving
dancing
upon the canvas of life
paintbrush
as lips
softly caress
painting the gift
of pleasure
watercolor
fingerpaints
color the air
red with
heat of
hunger as it slides
across molecules
of oxygen
to taste
moans as they escape
from ur lips..
tasted well and
washed down with
the sip of your eyes
as they mirror
the warmth
of the exchange
as our bodieds swim together
wrap your cunt around
my thrusting gift of
curiosity
as i seek the knowledge
hidden deep within unknown
flesh..
lessons learned in
warm comfort of my cell
companions bodies teach universal truths
shared with teachers and students
yet unknown to
the feel
of warm fingers
questing tongue
dancing heart
beating
against nipples
grazing hard
against tender skin..
pressed full crushed
into body wrapped around the gift of you

The Angelic Nymph

She ponders about angels and demons
How they've lived all these ages
And the reasons for all evils

In the forest she sings about simple things
Spellbound by the tidal waves of autumn leaves
Like the chain of thoughts in her head

A draft runs through her hair
Whispering words of wisdom
Lightly touching her hips
He tells her she is fair
Even nature loves this girl
Inside she feels she doesn't care

The moonlight caresses her skin
And moves to her pale pink lips
Tears fall as the lies slip
Her hands so delicate
She fears love with a heavy one

Solitude is her golden sin
She shelters herself 
With the wings of an angel 
Memories undress her
As she slowly dozes off


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Please comment :D

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Scabbed

if I had a scar for every mistake i've made..
I think i'd have as many as you.. 
Satan is impaling his dagger into my throat..
why can't you see that inbetween every breath, I choke..
you spin that thread like some spider in the corner above your bed..
casting webs into thin air.. 
you look so evil while you sit back & stare...
everything around you struggling..
 
your screams echo in the center of my head...
sound waves of pain..
pulling me further into disdain..
from you I try to refrain...
I swear every single day is just another suicide..
all you've got is filthy money on your mind..
 
if I could, I would wipe you out..
never to see the grey of another fucking New Jersey day..
would you finally be happy?
stop saying "it'll always be this way"..
cause fuck you i'm going to get out of here no matter what I have to do.
I've grown tired of the constant debating with you..
just let me do what i'm going to do..
apparently my hands aren't clean anyway, so bloodstains wouldn't make a difference..
it can be washed off, but the memory leaves a permanent stain.
 
inhaling that same toxic air...
how do you ever expect to get anywhere..?
your eyes have grown faint & your laughter means nothing to me..
you're all just bathing in one another's self destructive disease.. 
 
I want so badly to just float in the sky...
I need a real change of tide.. 
I want to climb a purple mountain,
dive off & grow some black angel wings,
man of all the fucking simple things.... 
can I fly to another dimension?
or will this back always be scabbed of the wings you've prevented me...?
robbing me of my potential as I watch everyone else let their's coil down the drain..
damn.. which of us is truly insane?
 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

2.8.13

Alienate Beloved

Folder: 
Poetry

There is a silence in the world

Since we didn't said farewell;

And your beauty with an alien speech

An alien tale would tell.

 

There is silence in the world,

Which is not peace nor quiet:

Nyarlathotep; a golden heart

Ever I seek to flee therefrom,

While I belong with Thee,

And walk the ways of the riot.

 

But when I hear the music moan

In rooms of thronging laughter,

A serpent-tongued Demon drives me forth,

And silence follows after.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem for Nyarlathotep.

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Samael

Folder: 
Poetry

When revenge is what you desire in your soul
Anger and hate have taken control
be careful not to call upon the one named Samael
for he brings only suffering and death and none shall be saved
even those who call him from hell,
even those will suffer a fate worse than the grave
the price of revenge is set very high
for the soul of the caller must take his place
to bind and be bound to walk in torment and never to die…

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