upndwn
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It's been a long time since I dreamed this and I was in a borderline psychotic state at the time, so the details are kind of hazy. I remember being followed by a bunch of armed and masked men inside a burning skyscraper. I was fighting myself down from the top to the bottom. I knew that these men were really demons and they represented all the pain and fear I felt in real life. It was very real to me almost like a waking dream and I was fully aware that it was a dream, but also that everything was a metaphor for my state of mind and spiritual well being. There was also something else in the building with me, something so sinister and evil that it's mere presence made me feel more fear than I had ever felt before in my entire life. As I fought my way downwards against larger and larger hordes of demonic assailants, this evil shadow would come ever closer until I was literally burning with fear as if I had a fever. As I reached the bottom of the building I heard a voice telling me that there was no hope escaping my misery and that my fight would go on forever. I turned around to face the voice and looked into the face of myself. I then realized that I could never escape the misery of my existence, because the fear, sorrow, pain, tragedy and depression that had come to define my existence was part of my being. It was imprinted on my soul, my destiny. And I would never escape it in this life or another. I was already in hell and I was the devil.
After that I woke up screaming, burning with a fever, and I could swear I saw my own grinning reflection fading away in front of me. The dream haunted me for several days and I still get shivers when I think about it.
After that I woke up screaming, burning with a fever, and I could swear I saw my own grinning reflection fading away in front of me. The dream haunted me for several days and I still get shivers when I think about it.