After a bit of meditation and sleep, I had a rather disturbing dream. My family doesn't know I'm a satanist. In my dream I finally came to confess to the most understanding person in my life, my mother. However, she was less than understanding and spoke adamantly about her distaste in my choice of religion. I woke up and fought to go back to sleep. It was here I had a second dream, a bit more vague.
 
I stood on a barren field pocketed with burning holes in the ground and corpses strewn about. At the very end, I could see a tree, full of life and vibrant in the field. As I made my way toward the tree I could feel the hands of the dead clawing and grabbing at my pant legs, tearing the fabric and cutting into my skin. As I finally reached the tree, I could see very bright and beautiful fruit hanging down. Plucking one, I took a bite. As I chewed and swallowed, I felt someone behind me. It was a very beautiful woman, she smiled at me and took me into her arms.
 
I woke up shortly after but could clearly feel someone unseen holding me. So...should I read into this too much?
				
			I stood on a barren field pocketed with burning holes in the ground and corpses strewn about. At the very end, I could see a tree, full of life and vibrant in the field. As I made my way toward the tree I could feel the hands of the dead clawing and grabbing at my pant legs, tearing the fabric and cutting into my skin. As I finally reached the tree, I could see very bright and beautiful fruit hanging down. Plucking one, I took a bite. As I chewed and swallowed, I felt someone behind me. It was a very beautiful woman, she smiled at me and took me into her arms.
I woke up shortly after but could clearly feel someone unseen holding me. So...should I read into this too much?
 
		
	 
						 
 
		 
		
	
	 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		 
 
		