HeadphonesandLSD
Bluelighter
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She's back, I should have posted about her right after but late is better than never.
For the last 15+ of my life I've regularly been visited by an evil woman (demon?) in my dreams. It took me a long time to figure out it was the same one every time. At first she could get what she wanted from me but for the last 10 years or so I've started to be able to notice it's her and she seems to be getting more angry with each interaction as she can no longer get what she desires from me. She also seems to show up much less often lately as my drug use slowed down and eventually ceased all together.
She usually shows up appearing to be women I knew/know in waking life. She tries to pretend to be them in my dreams but will transform into her real self when I call her out. Well she's got two "real" appearances. One is my ideal woman: Long black hair, blue eyes and beautiful in every way. But in reality she really looks like some kind of demented ugly little troll. I haven't seen her real ugly form in about 8 years now since she only transforms into that after she gets what she wants or when I really piss her off.
A few nights ago she visited while I slept. I was having a dream about wanting to buy some pot as I haven't smoked any in many months now. In my dream I was sitting on my easy chair trying to call my old pot dealer(s) and friends using my cordless landline phone. Which hasn't worked in over a year now since I had the landline disconnected. I never managed to make a call with the phone in my dream. As I'm sure others know attempting to read text in dreams doesn't really work that great (try to read a book sometime in a dream if you can remember).
While I was messing with the phone attempting to go through the phonebook of gibberish contained within (no idea why this didn't make me go lucid, usually would) the evil woman suddenly appeared on my couch.
She came in the appearance of my sister in law this time. First time she's done that. She asked me: "Can I have some of your crank?". An odd question, since I've never done meth knowingly (got meth bombed in a bad MDMA pill once 25+ years ago now). I was confused as to why my sister in law who's never done any type of street drug would ask me such a question. I informed her that no, I don't have any meth and if I did I wouldn't give her any because that'd be retarded. I knew my sister in law was drug naive so I asked her: "Do you mean MDMA? I do have some. But I only have two doses left that I'm saving. Besides, why are you so interested in the first place and more importantly how do you know I even take MDMA?"
She said I told her once that I had some. Which I knew was bullshit. But I played along: "Oh I did? You having problems in the marriage or something? I might consider it but you know my little brother would never go for it. But if you can talk him into it and it's marriage problems I would give you the last of it. But there might not be enough left for the both of you".
She assured me that my brother would be fine with it. Then I watched her spawn him into the dream. He was suddenly on the couch sitting beside her. But it was like he was a doll or something. No expression, no life, just blankly staring off into space. She then requested I give her the "crank" for a second time.
I called her out on her bullshit: "You're that bitch that always shows up and tries to ruin my sleep aren't you?"
She got pissed off. Morphed into her usual beautiful form. Laughed at me then hissed at me like an evil demonic cat demon. It was like a low grunt combined with a high pitch screech my cat makes whenever he's pissed off that I'm picking him up because he's doing something he knows he's not supposed to be doing.
Then she looked at me with those evil blue eyes. Like looking into my soul and said: "Soon..... Time to wake up. You won't be sleeping again for awhile" then laughed like a maniac.
And she was right. This happened on the night of the blood moon earlier in the week. I've barely slept at all over the last few nights. Not because I'm afraid of seeing her again or anything. Just have been unable to fall asleep at all. Any time I doze off something randomly happens like a loud noise, birds chirping loudly in the middle of the night, feeling bugs crawling on me that aren't there. All that usual annoying stuff.
I swear she's always such a bitch and I always without fail wake up out of a dead sleep the moment I realize it's her. She always threatens me in some way or laughs like a maniac at me before she forces me back awake.
As I said she's come many times. In the early days she was always interested in sex. She'd show up as herself sometimes and other times as old girlfriends or crushes. The first 3-4 times she started appearing not long after my Grandfather died she'd always have sex with me and I started having wet dreams during those dreams for the first time in my life (never had them as a young man). But as soon as I would finish she'd morph into her demon/troll form. Laugh at me with that horrible face (it's like Baraka from Mortal Kombat 2). Then I'd instantly wake up from a dead sleep with ruined underwear and/or sheets feeling awful. Like in full body pain all over. Like I'd been doing hard labor for the last several days and was totally spent. I'd have no energy at all but I'd be unable to sleep for days afterwards.
One time when this happened she was in the room with me in real life. I was totally awake and able to move around. She was sitting on my dresser in the corner of the room beyond the end of my bed. She was about 3 foot tall. Laughing at me with that loud demotic screechy laugh. Which tapered off and got more quiet while she phased out of this reality vanishing slowly. Then she finally vanished in a puff of smoke. It was the oddest thing. Never seen anything like it before or after.
It wasn't long after that I consulted a local witch who's always been into occult stuff. A good friend of mine that is a "reformed witch/occultist" that went all-in on the whole Christian thing years ago. She gave me some instructions to bless the house or whatever. Had me burn sage, do some ritual that involved reading something and burning a candle. Gave me some coins to place around the house by the doors and windows. Told me to put a ring of salt around the bed in my room. That worked fine and she never visited me when I lived in that house again. Never told anyone else in the family about her.
Oddest thing: Two or three days later I was having breakfast with my family at the kitchen table. My old Uncle who's never had sex as far as I know just randomly starts talking about this super hot woman with black hair he saw in his dream the night before. He was strutting around all morning acting all happy like he'd gotten laid. Never came out and said it because his mother was at the table but I could tell he'd had a wet dream or something. I guess I managed to run her out of my room but I'd forgotten to include the basement and his basement apartment in my little ritual. So I guess she went after him instead because she couldn't get to me.
Well a year or so later I moved out and back into my own place and what do you know. She starts showing up again. Later on I realized I'd been seeing her for many years before that run-in at the shared housing situation. She'd been coming to visit for years when I lived in my Dad's house. But she'd never been able to get me into the proper mood to bang her. She preferred doing other stuff like terrifying me for no reason and standing over the end of the bed as I laid paralyzed instead.
I've noticed she appears more often when I relapse or use certain substances. Opioids and benzos seem to bring her out (xanax seems to be the main one). She shows up when I'm in withdrawal or using heavily. She shows up when I have drug use on my mind as well if I've been a good sober boy for awhile. In my dreams she's always pushing for sex and using drugs together. Once I realized I was seeing this same woman (who I've never seen in waking life at all) she started pulling the old showing up as women I knew trick. She has no shame when it comes to getting what she wants.
So wtf is she? What did I do to attract such an evil bitch and why won't she leave me alone? Why is she so concerned about stealing my seed?
For the last 15+ of my life I've regularly been visited by an evil woman (demon?) in my dreams. It took me a long time to figure out it was the same one every time. At first she could get what she wanted from me but for the last 10 years or so I've started to be able to notice it's her and she seems to be getting more angry with each interaction as she can no longer get what she desires from me. She also seems to show up much less often lately as my drug use slowed down and eventually ceased all together.
She usually shows up appearing to be women I knew/know in waking life. She tries to pretend to be them in my dreams but will transform into her real self when I call her out. Well she's got two "real" appearances. One is my ideal woman: Long black hair, blue eyes and beautiful in every way. But in reality she really looks like some kind of demented ugly little troll. I haven't seen her real ugly form in about 8 years now since she only transforms into that after she gets what she wants or when I really piss her off.
A few nights ago she visited while I slept. I was having a dream about wanting to buy some pot as I haven't smoked any in many months now. In my dream I was sitting on my easy chair trying to call my old pot dealer(s) and friends using my cordless landline phone. Which hasn't worked in over a year now since I had the landline disconnected. I never managed to make a call with the phone in my dream. As I'm sure others know attempting to read text in dreams doesn't really work that great (try to read a book sometime in a dream if you can remember).
While I was messing with the phone attempting to go through the phonebook of gibberish contained within (no idea why this didn't make me go lucid, usually would) the evil woman suddenly appeared on my couch.
She came in the appearance of my sister in law this time. First time she's done that. She asked me: "Can I have some of your crank?". An odd question, since I've never done meth knowingly (got meth bombed in a bad MDMA pill once 25+ years ago now). I was confused as to why my sister in law who's never done any type of street drug would ask me such a question. I informed her that no, I don't have any meth and if I did I wouldn't give her any because that'd be retarded. I knew my sister in law was drug naive so I asked her: "Do you mean MDMA? I do have some. But I only have two doses left that I'm saving. Besides, why are you so interested in the first place and more importantly how do you know I even take MDMA?"
She said I told her once that I had some. Which I knew was bullshit. But I played along: "Oh I did? You having problems in the marriage or something? I might consider it but you know my little brother would never go for it. But if you can talk him into it and it's marriage problems I would give you the last of it. But there might not be enough left for the both of you".
She assured me that my brother would be fine with it. Then I watched her spawn him into the dream. He was suddenly on the couch sitting beside her. But it was like he was a doll or something. No expression, no life, just blankly staring off into space. She then requested I give her the "crank" for a second time.
I called her out on her bullshit: "You're that bitch that always shows up and tries to ruin my sleep aren't you?"
She got pissed off. Morphed into her usual beautiful form. Laughed at me then hissed at me like an evil demonic cat demon. It was like a low grunt combined with a high pitch screech my cat makes whenever he's pissed off that I'm picking him up because he's doing something he knows he's not supposed to be doing.
Then she looked at me with those evil blue eyes. Like looking into my soul and said: "Soon..... Time to wake up. You won't be sleeping again for awhile" then laughed like a maniac.
And she was right. This happened on the night of the blood moon earlier in the week. I've barely slept at all over the last few nights. Not because I'm afraid of seeing her again or anything. Just have been unable to fall asleep at all. Any time I doze off something randomly happens like a loud noise, birds chirping loudly in the middle of the night, feeling bugs crawling on me that aren't there. All that usual annoying stuff.
I swear she's always such a bitch and I always without fail wake up out of a dead sleep the moment I realize it's her. She always threatens me in some way or laughs like a maniac at me before she forces me back awake.
As I said she's come many times. In the early days she was always interested in sex. She'd show up as herself sometimes and other times as old girlfriends or crushes. The first 3-4 times she started appearing not long after my Grandfather died she'd always have sex with me and I started having wet dreams during those dreams for the first time in my life (never had them as a young man). But as soon as I would finish she'd morph into her demon/troll form. Laugh at me with that horrible face (it's like Baraka from Mortal Kombat 2). Then I'd instantly wake up from a dead sleep with ruined underwear and/or sheets feeling awful. Like in full body pain all over. Like I'd been doing hard labor for the last several days and was totally spent. I'd have no energy at all but I'd be unable to sleep for days afterwards.
One time when this happened she was in the room with me in real life. I was totally awake and able to move around. She was sitting on my dresser in the corner of the room beyond the end of my bed. She was about 3 foot tall. Laughing at me with that loud demotic screechy laugh. Which tapered off and got more quiet while she phased out of this reality vanishing slowly. Then she finally vanished in a puff of smoke. It was the oddest thing. Never seen anything like it before or after.
It wasn't long after that I consulted a local witch who's always been into occult stuff. A good friend of mine that is a "reformed witch/occultist" that went all-in on the whole Christian thing years ago. She gave me some instructions to bless the house or whatever. Had me burn sage, do some ritual that involved reading something and burning a candle. Gave me some coins to place around the house by the doors and windows. Told me to put a ring of salt around the bed in my room. That worked fine and she never visited me when I lived in that house again. Never told anyone else in the family about her.
Oddest thing: Two or three days later I was having breakfast with my family at the kitchen table. My old Uncle who's never had sex as far as I know just randomly starts talking about this super hot woman with black hair he saw in his dream the night before. He was strutting around all morning acting all happy like he'd gotten laid. Never came out and said it because his mother was at the table but I could tell he'd had a wet dream or something. I guess I managed to run her out of my room but I'd forgotten to include the basement and his basement apartment in my little ritual. So I guess she went after him instead because she couldn't get to me.
Well a year or so later I moved out and back into my own place and what do you know. She starts showing up again. Later on I realized I'd been seeing her for many years before that run-in at the shared housing situation. She'd been coming to visit for years when I lived in my Dad's house. But she'd never been able to get me into the proper mood to bang her. She preferred doing other stuff like terrifying me for no reason and standing over the end of the bed as I laid paralyzed instead.
I've noticed she appears more often when I relapse or use certain substances. Opioids and benzos seem to bring her out (xanax seems to be the main one). She shows up when I'm in withdrawal or using heavily. She shows up when I have drug use on my mind as well if I've been a good sober boy for awhile. In my dreams she's always pushing for sex and using drugs together. Once I realized I was seeing this same woman (who I've never seen in waking life at all) she started pulling the old showing up as women I knew trick. She has no shame when it comes to getting what she wants.
So wtf is she? What did I do to attract such an evil bitch and why won't she leave me alone? Why is she so concerned about stealing my seed?
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