Nightwalker

Date: 9/20/2017

I'm in a small town the colours seem to be sepia tone. I'm in a house apparently my house but it's old and dusty like it hasn't been lived in for many years, abandoned is the word come to mind I go to a room there is a guy familiar to me I know him not sure from where. I talk about making us breakfast the food all seems to be burnt and rotten, it was bizarre to me but didn't take notice, then a girl comes eyes so black as night we get her gone somewhere and the guy is talking about what colours are those cars out there me and this other group of people who seem to of just showed up out of nowhere go to look the cars are all this lime green color and electric. The group starts getting unsettled they e plain the night walkers will be around soon. We are back at the house barricading the door . Some night walkers hate music we sing to fend off the ones in the day. Night comes we sit still and silent watching outside I see these big skin things that have super long ragged legs and they jump very far feet upon feet. They seem to be heading our way. Our barricade is failing at the door and one of the jumpers is on the roof we move to the basement where I instinctively knew was a panick room and a tunnel out to another bunker. Down in the basement is even earrier than the stairs we light lanterns there's a night walkers on the floor but seemed to be dead or stasis something so we thought I turn around and it's contorting up a wall with this massive piece of metal.... my mind says oh shit and I realize that this night walker or nightwalkers are demons!!!! This thing was made of peeled flesh and only arms and put together in a butchery mochary of a human, this land or this world was overrun by darkness and demons and only a few humans have survived. I soon woke up before the dream started to zoom in on this demon, I believe it's one I've met before but in another plane. Why I dream these things I do not know do I go to other worlds? Other realms? Am I some sort of spiritual champion? As most of my dreams I don't write are of fighting such things . This time was the worse I didn't fight I was scared usually I'm never scared what was about that foul thing that rendered me immobilized? Usually in dreams like this those things feed on your fear so you must face it lest you give them your strength. I do hope I have some happier dreams I think now I probably should put dream catchers in every room.