Last night I dreamt that I saw a man sitting, at like a news desk. Someone said the name 'Sebastian Gorka'.
I looked the name up, the man I saw in the dream was Sebastian Gorka
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Yesterday, I felt so dark, as in, the darkness was all around me. The weight of this darkness was so heavy, it was almost unbearable. I prayed and the darkness left.
Last night, I had this dream-
I saw my brother in a car, it was night, he was purchasing drugs from someone in the vehicle. The people he was purchasing from, were demonic. So I went looking for the demons who sold the drugs to my brother. I went to some place, the place wasn't here, it wasn't of this world, but it looked like a worldly place. There was a line of people, who were lined up, waiting for something. A news crew was there, they were doing story on 'racism' against demons. Two demons walked into the room through a doorway. They stood at the end of the line. They had the bodies of men, one of the demons was wearing jeans and a blue T-Shirt. But their faces were demonic, otherworldly. They were there to attack me.
I stood behind the news woman, since she was doing a live feed for her news story, I knew the demons wouldn't attack me while she was broadcasting the live feed. But a thought suddenly occurred to me, that the demons were planning on cutting the news feed, so they could attack me. When this realization came to me, I looked at the demon, and the demon knew that I knew, and he lunged towards me. I started to run, I was heading for a door, the door led out of this place. I thought to myself that if the demon got hold of me, it would rip me to shreds. I jumped in the air, and kicked the top of the door, which caused the door to swing open, and hit the demon and knocked him down, while throwing me through the door to the other side.
On the other side of the door, was my grandfather's living room. I landed in the floor. I immediately jumped up, ran over to the front door of the house, and I locked the storm door, right as my brother was attempting to open the storm door to come in. I said to him 'you can't come in, you've spent papaw's money on drugs' (his inheritance after my grandfather's death).
The look on his face was so sad, he looked so hurt. I felt so bad so I walked over to the middle of the room and said 'I will find something to give to you'. Then I woke up
Dreamanon
Last night after I fell asleep I dreamt that I saw a man standing in front of a bush that was burning, I saw the man very clearly, he walked up to me and looked right at me. Someone else was there also, I didn't see this person.
I heard someone say 'body of 3 yr. old burned in bush, he thought he was helping, he helped drag 300 ft., he didn't know it was his…'
I thought to myself, as I heard all of this- 'omg, he helped burn his child in the bush, but he didn't know his child was in the bush, he thought he was helping someone with something else, but they tricked him into burning his own child'. After I thought these thoughts, I heard this name 'David Wictor' (it could be spelled Wicker- I'm not sure).
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