The first dream happened while I was really sick. I had went to an urgent care for bronchitis and as soon as I got home I took my medicine and laid down to take a nap. As soon as I fell asleep I had a lucid dream. I was sitting up in my bed and looked toward my doorway and I saw a huge black mass. It was standing in the hallway and went all the way to the ceiling, with one hand on the doorway. It sounds cliche but it had horns and was radiating the absolute worst energy I could even imagine. I was so scared I decided I wanted to wake up and so I did. I shot up in bed and looked at the empty doorway but still felt really creeped out and unsafe.A week or so later I was on the phone with my sister and she casually mentioned my other sister having a dream there was a huge demon with horns that was following me. I was so freaked out because I hadn’t told anyone about the dream I had.While all of this was happening I had been extremely mentally unstable. For months I had been drinking heavily, crying every night, and contemplating suicide. About a week after the conversation on the phone with my sister I attempted suicide, unsuccessfully. I went to rehab a few days after that and got sober for a while. Mental illness is something I still struggle with but that time was so different. I was in the darkest place I’ve ever been in and due to the dreams I genuinely think something was influencing my mood and to make the ultimate decision to end my life. I haven’t had any more dreams since rehab and I don’t think my sister has either.
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