Date: 26-03-2019
Last night the dream I had was bewitched. It’s difficult to explain. There was a malicious entity involved in the background, that was omnipresent in the dream but also outside of the dream, somehow. I got the feeling somehow this entity was or took the form of a nasty old lady, and that she forced me into this dream reality. Inside the dream reality I was able to remain calm and even a bit curious. When I woke up I had some scary images fresh in my memory. I knew the entire time it was a dream, but I didn’t take control, as if that was the one part I didn’t realise I could. That perhaps can be attributed to the evil entity.
The dream didn’t even really have a story to it. It was just filled with unreal scenes. It took place on the flood fields in Amersfoort where they create an outdoors ice skate rink during the winter months. In the forest park adjacent to the fields was a big castle-like house. I was part of a group of people that were on the run for something. In front of this house there was a gathering of all manner of elite people. They were all rich bankers, corporate owners, and politicians. We had to prevent being spotted by them, and for some reason we had to try and enter that big house and make our way inside the little watch tower all the way at the top of the house.
I only recall vaguely how we got to the house, entered the house, and made out way towards that tower. I have some faint impressions and images I barely recall, like trying to traverse a large wooden beam from one side of a large gallery to the other, while these elite were sitting about 66 feet (20 meters) below us, listening to some kind of speech. But eventually we made it to some kind of room or space inside this castle-like house where one of us – a very kind black man – got sucked into a very large painting, standing in the room.
This changed the painting, as if the paint on the canvas had come to life and could move freely over the canvas. It reminded me a bit of the T1000 from the Terminator franchise, but this paint was not just silver in colour but was colourful. I tried to see what the painting was changing into, but I couldn’t see what it was supposed to show me. I came a little closer, even though I was a bit scared. Still I couldn’t make out the picture, so I came closer and closer, until I was right in front of the painting and realised I was looking at a fractal pattern. And each fractal showed this poor black man’s horrified face.
His facial expression was that of pure fright, and since it was a fractal this face was everywhere. It didn’t matter if you looked closer or further away; it showed this face thousands upon thousands of times. I looked at one of the faces, and focussed on one of his teeth, and that tooth too was the face, and the tooth next to it too, and the teeth of each of these faces too. It went on and on. It shocked me when I realised this. But then I noticed there was a little tare in the canvas, where the fractal discontinued. I focussed on that tare, and saw the dark entity that was doing this to this poor bastard. It was like I peaked behind the scenes. This crack showed a place that was unpleasantly well lit.
But then I got sucked in just like the man before me, and I ended up inside the little tower on the house. There were other people here too. I looked outside of one of the very tiny windows of this tower and saw the fields in front of the house, but on the fields stood two gigantic trees. Like, truly enormous. They were trees with leaves, and they easily rivalled the city’s big church tower in height. But sadly that is all coherent things I can recall from the dream. There was more but it was just impressions and negative emotions. I cannot make heads or tails out of it.
I woke up with a strong feeling something had lured me into that dream reality, to enjoy my fear. When I was awake I somehow felt this entity was still with me short while after.
