The conclusion of this story is about how this demon or spirit can give me an understanding of why he chose me. I haven't been sleeping well; it's been about 6 months. But yesterday, was the final day of my nightmare slowly finishing. The battle of sanity and peace for myself was about to begin. Encountering this spirit in my dreams was to no surprise.
The dream started to take form when I woke up. I can't tell you the dream, because I don't remember it that much, but it had something to do with thousands of bodies lying on the floor. That's all I can picture in my mind everyday. I hope slowly I get to figure out of what it means, but for now I had to cast the spirit out by talking to him as if he was a human. It worked for the most part! I was trying to fall asleep, then suddenly... Booooo! He frightened me again and I was like are you effin kidding me! Man those red eyes were burning through my eyes, when I looked at him. It seemed that hell was not far away from me after all. I know that's not my fate. All the people lying on the floor, that's not my fate either.
I have the power to see people's death or see spirit's that have been dead. Trying to show me how they die is much worse than seeing a real person dying. It's showing me that they can't move on or they want me to help them. I don't want to help them, but they have to move on. This spirit knows I have this gift. But it's trying to test me in some way or form. He wanted me to understand my purpose. I don't know! It's my theory of why this spirit been haunting me. Since, I finally understood of what I have to do, he was gone.
This morning I didn't feel any presence of any spirit in the house, which is a good sign. Of course, there is one spirit in the basement. He's very very nasty. That story is coming up next!