Before I dedicated I was CONSTANTLY fighting EVERYONE to the death in my dreams.during my school years I was having dreams where everyone, students, teachers, cops, were ALL trying to kill me like rabid zombies.I would totally demolish their asses in the most gruesome fashion.
I know well what it's like to be tormented in one's dreams by asshole greys angels and spirits.
I rarely remember the details but the most common dream is me killing wave after wave of these psychotic zombie-retards with a sword.Eventually the nightmares became more of a game where my role and the role of the enemy is reversed.I became the monster and the enemy became nothing but prey for me to slice up and tear to pieces.
It hasn't happened since I dedicated however which proves those dreams were enemy psychic attacks.
Glad to see I'm not the only one who goes psycho in my dreams lol
HAIL SATAN
On Tuesday, October 13, 2015 11:32 AM, "zolaluckystar@... [JoyofSatan666]" <
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A chorus line of oompa loompa greys in gold lame! Talk about ugly!
I've been really trying hard lately to do spiritual warfare morning AND night plus some power meditations. Last night I was encountering a heavy resistance when I did online warfare. Something kept deleting what I was about to post. Over and over. I'm not the best typist, it is laborious. I couldn't cut and paste anything, it simply wouldn't let me so everything had to be typed over and over and over by hand. And then it would delete itself! It just made me more determined and angry. Went home after, did the spiritual warfare reverse torah again, and when I slept I had this dream. I think it was meant to be an attack, trying to convince me I am the enemy, to confuse, frighten and defuse me. It seemed to come in response to all my work lately. But it backfired! LOL! So here's the dream:
I am entering a hotel/pub. There are stairs to be climbed to go in. There are three or so women talking hanging out smoking on the stairs and one, a dark haired woman, she is standing in the way. Too discourteous to move aside for me. So I elbowed past saying: “Pardon me!”
I go inside. I drop my greatcoat on a chair and join the lineup for hot food and a tall pint of beer. The dark haired woman follows me in and is standing now to my right, very close to me. Obviously trying to shoulder her way ahead of me. Body language says she is trying to pick a fight. And so when the line ahead moved I took a quick step forward and to the right, to block her. So she then – I think it was meant to unsettle and intimidate me – she got very close behind, reaching around began caressing my breasts. But I happen to like women as well as men so I said: “Not that I'm not appreciative; feels good and all, but I'm giving you warning: Take your hands off me NOW.” “Yeah? Or what? Fucking JEW.” I spun on her and said: “WHAT did you just call me?” “Jew! You're a filthy JEW!” She tried to throw a punch, it was very weak. She hit, like, well, like a girl. I sidestepped, grabbed her arm as it extended past, added my force to her forward momentum, hooked her leg with mine and flung her to the ground. I took hold of her by both arms and began body slamming her into the wall and back to the floor. She was a rag doll compared to me. No contest. I slammed her one last time to the ground (we had drawn a crowd of gawkers by now). I put the boots to her till she was coughing up blood. She was mouthing something and glaring up at me. I leaned over her, hands on knees: “What was that? You say something?” She mouthed again: “I don't care what you try to do to me, fucking jew BITCH!” I leaned in closer, said: “Yeah? You know what? I'm a NAZI. WE HATE FUCKING JEWS!”
Saw the fear on her face when I yelled this at her. I drove my boot into her ribs. She was trying to crawl away now. I followed, helping her along with well placed kicks. One last good one to the ribs left her coughing a new gout of blood all over the wooden floor, still trying to crawl away. I stood over her and said:
“You come after one of US, you better be ready for a FIGHT!” I placed my boot on her ass, drove her onto her face, turning snatched my coat off the chair, stalked away, slinging it around my shoulders. I was wearing jackboots. I remember clearly how loud my bootstrikes were on the wooden floor. The gawking crowd scrambled to get out of my way.
I woke up. I have lots of dreams but this one really stood out from the bunch from last night!
Hail Satan!
