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So you know the dreams where the house you're in is your house, but it's not in real life, and the "friends" your with in your dreams, you don't really know... well this was one of those dreams.
Dream:
So in "my neighborhood" there was this house we all speculated to be a Satan worshiper's house, one of a different dimension. So "my friends" and I decided to do some investigating and check out the place. (Reminds me of the movie The Burbs) It was thought that these people had buried alive but brain-dead bodies in their backyard. So we sneak in the backyard of the house next door so we can get a closer look. The house in question and their yard were completely open to their neighbor's view; only a chain length fence is up around their yard. Sure enough there was this concrete tomb-like structure that took up the entire backyard. It looked like a maze, and dirt had filled in the crevasses and grass was overgrown and covering most of it. There was a moat dug around the tomb right along the chain length fence, so you could see five sides of it. As we were looking over the fence into their yard, the tomb starts to pulsate, like pieces of the maze where moving slowly in and out. We get this eerie feeling and run into the alleyway behind the yard we were in. While sitting down and discussing what we just witnessed, one of the occupants of the house comes walking into the alley; she'd seen us. She talks to us for a little while and explains to us what goes on inside the house then eventually invites us inside to show us. We walk inside and the place is like a dirty museum. I had a creepy feeling about it all, but at that point I was sucked in and this feeling of normalcy comes over me; like it was ok to be inside this house. We meet a few other people that live in the house, and while I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was different about them, I acted like nothing was wrong. We walk into this dark room where we are told the Satanism type practices happen. It was really dark with candles lit in various places. I could make out a few things in the room like this big movie screen that was hanging on the wall. I turn around to check out what’s behind me and low and behold John Digweed is sitting in a wing chair in the corner. I was too dumbfounded to talk about music but I acknowledged I new who he was and we exchanged greetings. The lady now wants me to participate in their practices which she is claiming is of no harm whatsoever and she wants to show me how it works. Completely reluctant at first, I look over at Digweed for approval and he looks at me and says, "It's ok, this is where I get my vortex from." So I sit down in this chair, my friends are sitting the same type of chairs next to me and the strange assistants start to buckle our hands and feet down. While they are doing so, some one behind me starts to put a blindfold on me. Not a split second after the blindfold is over my eyes, I see visions of death, blood, guts and pure evil. I hear blood curdling screams and suffering as people were crying and being tortured and tormented. I start to freak out, pulled my hands and feet from the half shackled straps and immediately ripped the blindfold off. I wake up.
Dream:
So in "my neighborhood" there was this house we all speculated to be a Satan worshiper's house, one of a different dimension. So "my friends" and I decided to do some investigating and check out the place. (Reminds me of the movie The Burbs) It was thought that these people had buried alive but brain-dead bodies in their backyard. So we sneak in the backyard of the house next door so we can get a closer look. The house in question and their yard were completely open to their neighbor's view; only a chain length fence is up around their yard. Sure enough there was this concrete tomb-like structure that took up the entire backyard. It looked like a maze, and dirt had filled in the crevasses and grass was overgrown and covering most of it. There was a moat dug around the tomb right along the chain length fence, so you could see five sides of it. As we were looking over the fence into their yard, the tomb starts to pulsate, like pieces of the maze where moving slowly in and out. We get this eerie feeling and run into the alleyway behind the yard we were in. While sitting down and discussing what we just witnessed, one of the occupants of the house comes walking into the alley; she'd seen us. She talks to us for a little while and explains to us what goes on inside the house then eventually invites us inside to show us. We walk inside and the place is like a dirty museum. I had a creepy feeling about it all, but at that point I was sucked in and this feeling of normalcy comes over me; like it was ok to be inside this house. We meet a few other people that live in the house, and while I couldn’t quite put my finger on what was different about them, I acted like nothing was wrong. We walk into this dark room where we are told the Satanism type practices happen. It was really dark with candles lit in various places. I could make out a few things in the room like this big movie screen that was hanging on the wall. I turn around to check out what’s behind me and low and behold John Digweed is sitting in a wing chair in the corner. I was too dumbfounded to talk about music but I acknowledged I new who he was and we exchanged greetings. The lady now wants me to participate in their practices which she is claiming is of no harm whatsoever and she wants to show me how it works. Completely reluctant at first, I look over at Digweed for approval and he looks at me and says, "It's ok, this is where I get my vortex from." So I sit down in this chair, my friends are sitting the same type of chairs next to me and the strange assistants start to buckle our hands and feet down. While they are doing so, some one behind me starts to put a blindfold on me. Not a split second after the blindfold is over my eyes, I see visions of death, blood, guts and pure evil. I hear blood curdling screams and suffering as people were crying and being tortured and tormented. I start to freak out, pulled my hands and feet from the half shackled straps and immediately ripped the blindfold off. I wake up.
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