It’s been a while since I’ve woken from demonic nightmares. However last night was the exception.😔

Last night I was in the passengers side of our SUV, when a demon came from the backseat under my seat and was trying to get on me. Right up on me. I kept pushing it off me so it would not atttach itself on to me. 

I started screaming and praying it away…(in my dream)

 It finally disssolved into a shadow and disappeared. (Like usually)
Then I woke up and started praying scripture until I was able to clam myself down and fall back to sleep. 

Time: 3am
(My guess is that it stemmed from my oldest daughter communicating with my mother last night. I don’t say this to be mean, but the last time I had contact with her, I had similar nightmares.)


I just woke from a dream where I was sleeping, and a cenepede crawled into bed with me and bit my right hand palm under my thumb. It woke me up in my dream and I saw it and screamed for DH to wake up and help remove it, as it was digging deeper into my skin…

But DH continued sleeping and would not wake up.

I laid in bed and watched I dig deeper into my skin and tried to pull it out, and little bits of its legs were breaking off in my skin. 
Then I woke up and realized it was only a dream. 

Lost cell phone

Back story: I was out shopping last night and slipped in the bathroom for a moment, accidentally leaving my phone in my shopping cart outside of the bathroom. I had several clothing items in my cart, with my phone laying on top of all the clothing. It was busy in the store, and I kept over hearing people talk about how broke they were in passing.

I had just recently shut the pass code off while I was shopping because I kept doing searches for things on google and it was getting annoying. That extra step and all…😐
While in the rest room, an utter moment of panic struck me and I dashed back out of the rest room..hoping my phone was still in my cart. I was sure it had probably been stolen. It only takes a moment! And this would have totally been my own fault.

But…To my surprise, it was right where I left it. 

Dream: I just woke up from an awful nightmare where my cell phone was stolen. It was laying on top of a luggage.  I was on a tv reality show program. It was a couple weeks in, and I was getting bored on the show so I asked my group to get voted off. To have them vote me off because I was bored and wanted to go home.

The people on my team became angry at my cavalier decision, and began throwing random things at me. We were all on the ground working on a group advertising project during this time. 

I stood up and began to run, in order to stop getting hit by random objects.

I left my phone behind… which was on my luggage on the ground.

When I realized it. I ran back to where I was sitting. But it was too late. 

I started to panic pretty bad!

I called my father from a strangers phone. He was working in the area that evening as a police officer. I told him what happened.  He told me to not worry about it. And that it was going to be okay.

I looked over yonder and noticed one of the really mean contestants on my phone. I yelled for my dad to go arrest her and get my phone back. He looked over, squinted his eyes to see her.. and said that he knew her. And she was dangerous.

She then looked over at me with an evil grin….

Then I woke up and reached for my phone, which was safe in my nightstand.

Currently, I am still in panic mode though. 😬😱

Our phones having control over us is definetly something that I do not like. 

Our phones have become our own personal computers. Our life! 😔

What if you lost your phone today? Would you freak out?

Tailless Cat

I had a dream that Pepper, my black cat, showed up at home with her tail cut off and all bloody. I looked her over amd noticed that a lot of her fur on her right side had been shaven off. 

She then fell down on the front porch and looked as if she were in pain and dying. 

Then I woke up. 😔

Rainbow Hair

Rainbow Hair?

I woke from a dream where I was living on the ocean in an amazing beach house. 
I was in the bathroom dying my hair like a rainbow. (VERY out of character)

After it was all blow dried, I looked on the mirror and saw that at one side of of my head of hair, it was bleach blonde. And then wrapped around my head in the color of the rainbow, ending on the other side of my head as a beautiful bright turquoise color. 

I then left the bathroom and ended up at some beach party where people were coming up to me and touching my hair, telling me how great it looked. 

I responded by telling them that I was going to wear it like a crazy rainbow for the next week until I decided which color I liked best. Then I saw O, and asked him which color he liked best. He said the bright purple. I told him that I liked the purple and the turquoise the best. 

Then I ended up at some night club and was dancing…The music was very loud and I was having a great time. 

Then I noticed my reflection in one of the side mirrors at the night club, and my hair was still that of a rainbow, but it was now a shoulder length bob. And  I now had bleach blonde bangs. 

Then I woke up. 


Nightmare#1–Two people that I know IRL kidnapped one of my daughters.


Nightmare#2–The gov broke down my front door and said that it was maditory that all children under the age of 18, must now have their ears clipped. I argued with them. Then they shared some scrapbooks of cats and dogs to demonstrate.
Nightmare#3–There was a break-in. It was dark.  I was struggling to reach my phone to call 911. No one answered, so I dialed DH’s number and the operator said that the number was no longer in service.

Death,Boxes, Tiger!

I was visiting a family that I use to be very close with. In my dream we were all very close. 
The living room was in a perfect square on the left hand side when you first walked into the house. 

The house was set up like my old house back home, but yet it was not my house, it was this families house. 
There was a very old looking mauve colored velour sectional sofa in the corner against the wall. A, was laying on it with his legs hanging over the sides. He was dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt, and had work boots on. 

There was gold vintage shag carpet on the floor. 

Across the living room was a dining room table that had lots of nic-backs and books on it. 

C  and M were siting at the table talking, but then they both began to cry.

I was standing in the middle of the room looking at them. 

A man that I didn’t recognize walked in, in front of me. It appeared that he was in a kitchen. He was sad and asked me if I was there to help.

I told him yes.

He told me that the moving men will be here soon to take it all way and it was not a good time for her to die. 

I asked who died. He pointed to the girls at the table and said in a low quiet voice, “their mother”
Before I could respond, several movers walked through the front door. One man looked at me and said he would be taking the sofa set, but the man had to move.

I walked over to where A was sleeping and tried to wake him but he wouldn’t budge. 

Then the man who I didn’t recognize yelled for A to get off the sofa and help! Then told him that he was disrespected his mothers things.

A, woke up and walked over and sat down next to his two sisters.
I watched him as if he was trying to comfort them because they were still crying. But they couldn’t be comforted. It seemed.
I helped the movers by instructing them with the sofa furniture. 

They took all but one corner piece. 

I asked them why they weren’t taking the whole thing, because it’s a three piece set that goes together. But one of the men told me that they couldn’t take that one piece, and that it was meant to stay in the house.

Confused by his words I just stared at him.

He then handed me a check and thanked me.
I took the check and when the man from the kitchen walked back into the living room I handed it to him.

Now he was in tears though.

I told him that he was going to be okay.

Then there was a knock on the front door and a voice saying, “let us in!”
It sounded like a man and a women’s voice, but no faces.

M must have recognized the voices because she told me to keep the door locked and don’t let them in. 
I then found myself in a dark room, (a basement type of room with cement walls and floor)

There were lots of old things and boxes all scattered about. I wanted to clean and tidy it up.

It looked as if everything was once packed up, yet, someone was looking for something and messed them all up. Everything looked as if it was dug though.

It was not a refinished room. I felt cold.

I looked up on the ceiling for a light to turn on but couldn’t find one. 

There was a small window with a crack of light shining though to one particular box.

I walked over to that particular box, then heard a mans voice tell me to stop! And to not look in it.

I looked in the direction of the voice and saw A and the man that I didn’t recognize.

They asked me to come back and help the girls. 
Still feeling confused to why I was there, I said okay.

From that scene, I found myself sitting at the table (it was a round wooden dining room table)
And I was praying over the girls.

I was praying that the Lord would put a hedge of protection over each of them and that anything not of Christ would be burned in the lake of fire before ever reaching them. And that the Lord would breathe new life into them, while filling them with a fresh dose of the Holy Spirit and giving them the gift of discernment.
During me praying there was a scratching sound coming from the kitchen area. 

I got up from the table and peeked into the area in which is was coming from and saw some sliding glass doors and a full grow tiger with its paw stuck between a small opening of the door.

I became fearful and ran to the door and slammed it shut on the Tigers paw. Then I heard a unfamiliar women’s voice tell me to keep the tiger away. It was in a persistent begging voice.

Then I woke up.