The dream of mist and dungeons

Yesterday I made my first dream post. I was not expecting people to respond with similar experiences. I was pleasantly surprised to know that there are other folks out there who may not have had the same dreams but a similar theme. It just reinforces the notion we are not alone out there. If you open yourself up you will find someone who can be empathetic to your situation.

Let see how many of you beautiful souls can relate to this dream.

This dream I had from high school and well after. It always started differently. A bit of background before I get into the dream itself. I went to a Catholic High School. On the third floor there was a classroom designated as a chapel. We would Mass in there but it was a classroom like all the rest.

I would be outside of my school and it would be in the middle of the night. The streets were quiet and I was there alone. I would enter the school through the front doors on Merrimack St.

I would climb the many stairs to the third floor. I would enter into the classroom we used for a chapel. It looked normal except for the white snowy mist that lingered on the ceiling.

There was a podium and there were words written on the front that were glowing a golden/orange color. There was a priest behind the podium yelling at me to read the words.

Before I could the mist  would quickly bust through the wall to the next classroom and disappear. (The next room used to be my homeroom part of my high school years. It was also where the biology teacher was).

As I entered into the room it looked like an old dungeon. With stone walls and there was an electric chair, stretching table and chains with handcuffs on the wall. When I looked ahead of me there was this wooden structure made of 2x4s. They were built into a wall of cubes. Beside this structure was a dark narrow hallway.

As I started to chase this mist through the wooden structure my parents would be walking down the dark narrow hallway calling my name. Then I would wake up.

There was only one time that I recall having this dream where I read the words on the podium. When I did so the mist disappeared.

May your dreams bring you peace and comfort and are always for your highest good.

Much Love and Hugs!

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