Published on March 13th 2012
I’m going to try my best to explain the dream I had this morning.
I was on my hands and knees feeling around on the ground for the ball that fell off my monroe (piercing). As I went from room to room in search of my monroe ball a voice kept following me. The voice was male and he kept trying to play evil jokes on me.
I finally had enough of the games and called him out. I told him to appear to me. I kept repeating out loud "appear to me!" I continued to check every corner of the room while I waited his arrival.
This ugly, fat, three foot tall, green being appeared behind my bed. He told me he was embarrassed by his appearance because he was once beautiful. He then told me who he use to be… my deceased lover. I swallowed loudly with a large lump now in my throat. I asked this being questions to make sure it was indeed my lover. It was.
He told me that after he died his soul was taken by an evil force and he has since been becoming more corrupt every day. He apologized for anything bad he may have said or done and explained how he cannot control the evil that surges through him.
He told me that for a limited time he could morph into his human body for me. Choked up, I told him yes. I knew that seeing him in human form again would only make it harder for me to get over his death but I had to see him one more time. I had to feel him, hug him, kiss him.
I now gazed upon the man I loved. He grabbed me into his arms and held me tightly. Sobbing, I squeezed onto him tightly, as if to never let him leave me again. As I held onto him, he was almost “glitching” out. He was trying so hard to stay morphed as his human body but the evil inside him was trying to put an end to this. His head started to jerk about in weird ways as his soul fought the evil. It scared me and made me uncomfortable watching his form convulse and make weird noises.
He told me that I needed to leave because he was losing the battle. I couldn’t let him go.
He morphed again. He kept his human body, but this time his face was painted like the Joker from Batman. It was the Heath Ledger makeup but with Jack Nicholson’s face. His eyes were yellow and glazed over. He stuck his neck out, tilted his head to the side, and started sniffing the air. He had helpers from the other side appear out of nowhere. Apparently he was blind.
The joker looking character grabbed my arm and violently dragged me with him.
I then awoke.
I’m going to try my best to explain the dream I had this morning.
I was on my hands and knees feeling around on the ground for the ball that fell off my monroe (piercing). As I went from room to room in search of my monroe ball a voice kept following me. The voice was male and he kept trying to play evil jokes on me.
I finally had enough of the games and called him out. I told him to appear to me. I kept repeating out loud "appear to me!" I continued to check every corner of the room while I waited his arrival.
This ugly, fat, three foot tall, green being appeared behind my bed. He told me he was embarrassed by his appearance because he was once beautiful. He then told me who he use to be… my deceased lover. I swallowed loudly with a large lump now in my throat. I asked this being questions to make sure it was indeed my lover. It was.
He told me that after he died his soul was taken by an evil force and he has since been becoming more corrupt every day. He apologized for anything bad he may have said or done and explained how he cannot control the evil that surges through him.
He told me that for a limited time he could morph into his human body for me. Choked up, I told him yes. I knew that seeing him in human form again would only make it harder for me to get over his death but I had to see him one more time. I had to feel him, hug him, kiss him.
I now gazed upon the man I loved. He grabbed me into his arms and held me tightly. Sobbing, I squeezed onto him tightly, as if to never let him leave me again. As I held onto him, he was almost “glitching” out. He was trying so hard to stay morphed as his human body but the evil inside him was trying to put an end to this. His head started to jerk about in weird ways as his soul fought the evil. It scared me and made me uncomfortable watching his form convulse and make weird noises.
He told me that I needed to leave because he was losing the battle. I couldn’t let him go.
He morphed again. He kept his human body, but this time his face was painted like the Joker from Batman. It was the Heath Ledger makeup but with Jack Nicholson’s face. His eyes were yellow and glazed over. He stuck his neck out, tilted his head to the side, and started sniffing the air. He had helpers from the other side appear out of nowhere. Apparently he was blind.
The joker looking character grabbed my arm and violently dragged me with him.
I then awoke.
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