Part 1)
I was in a world where people tried to make everyone into slaves. They were coming after me, and that's when a friend of mine "turned" on me. Later, I figured out he had switched over to the dark side in order to help me escape.
Part 2)
Pre-info:
Centuries before, I apparently had a friend who asked me to kill him when he was a child. Reluctantly, I did.
Once I escaped the slave world, the "real" world was dark. There were no lights at all. I seemed to be stumbling around without any idea as to where I was going.
All of a sudden, a child appeared to me. There was something like a "golden seed" inside of him, and he seemed to be the child who was killed centuries ago.
We travelled the blackened world together and then things became very strange.
There was just blackness, and suited men sat together talking. There heads were those of rats, and were aiming for the child.
Occasionally, something was off about the child. He seemed to have spasms of insanity, while other times being saint-like.
Sometime through the dream, I wanted to know my father. (He left me soon after I was born irl.)
I left the child and headed on a helicopter. When arriving at the prison where my father was (he's a convict) and I could hear a couple of inmates talking.
Pre info: My middle name is Alice, and apparently all the children of my father were named Alice. I was possibly the 3rd, while my mother was the 2nd.
One said to my father that he abandoned his daughters, and that's why the second Alice died of a drug overdose. (Actually happened irl)
He continued to say that the third Alice was a harlot, and she would be killed because of that.
Nothing was ever mentioned of the first Alice.
The second inmate was beating my father, and that's when I intervened.
It seemed like all of the inmates started becoming soft and loving the longer I stayed. I made peace with my father after I knew why he did that to me and my mother.
Part 3:
Back in the darkened world, the child and I were finishing our journey. Blackness was threatening to engulf everything that I saw.
People sat at tables, chuckling and laughing about something while I hid in a pantry cabinet.
Does this seem like a message, or is it just a figment of my imagination? Thank you. I can't go back to sleep right now because I keep imaging a child with a distorted eye behind my back. It's scaring me.
I was in a world where people tried to make everyone into slaves. They were coming after me, and that's when a friend of mine "turned" on me. Later, I figured out he had switched over to the dark side in order to help me escape.
Part 2)
Pre-info:
Centuries before, I apparently had a friend who asked me to kill him when he was a child. Reluctantly, I did.
Once I escaped the slave world, the "real" world was dark. There were no lights at all. I seemed to be stumbling around without any idea as to where I was going.
All of a sudden, a child appeared to me. There was something like a "golden seed" inside of him, and he seemed to be the child who was killed centuries ago.
We travelled the blackened world together and then things became very strange.
There was just blackness, and suited men sat together talking. There heads were those of rats, and were aiming for the child.
Occasionally, something was off about the child. He seemed to have spasms of insanity, while other times being saint-like.
Sometime through the dream, I wanted to know my father. (He left me soon after I was born irl.)
I left the child and headed on a helicopter. When arriving at the prison where my father was (he's a convict) and I could hear a couple of inmates talking.
Pre info: My middle name is Alice, and apparently all the children of my father were named Alice. I was possibly the 3rd, while my mother was the 2nd.
One said to my father that he abandoned his daughters, and that's why the second Alice died of a drug overdose. (Actually happened irl)
He continued to say that the third Alice was a harlot, and she would be killed because of that.
Nothing was ever mentioned of the first Alice.
The second inmate was beating my father, and that's when I intervened.
It seemed like all of the inmates started becoming soft and loving the longer I stayed. I made peace with my father after I knew why he did that to me and my mother.
Part 3:
Back in the darkened world, the child and I were finishing our journey. Blackness was threatening to engulf everything that I saw.
People sat at tables, chuckling and laughing about something while I hid in a pantry cabinet.
Does this seem like a message, or is it just a figment of my imagination? Thank you. I can't go back to sleep right now because I keep imaging a child with a distorted eye behind my back. It's scaring me.
Love all ppl but take responsibility only for yourself, that is all God asks of you, and rest in Him, dear one.
