Black Dog, in a Dark House...

A few years ago, I had a dream that had three dogs, one dog was a blond lab looking dog who would stand to my right, and the other two were dogs wearing a coat of jet black. The one infront of me was savage in nature, looking like a hellhound of old Irish folklore, The other was sitting to the hellhounds left. It was docile in nature and not at all a threat to me. The savage dog would walk back and forth in front of me taunting me, the blonde dog, would move to defend me. However, we were in a field, a bright field. and behind the two black dogs was a huge door. One that had been laid with several gold marks and held a lock. The dog who scared me so bad that I feared closing my eyes, spoke a latin, and German Mix. He spoke and sounded hateful with his tone.

I wrote everything down after everytime of having this dream! It repeated several times, and I got only few hours of sleep every week. I eventually would pass out due to my lack of sleep.

After focusing on speaking with the beast in my sleep, it eventually went away! I was so relieved. I finally could sleep. Well, a few weeks ago, this dream started re-accuring, this time it comes and goes through out the day. He won't quit trying to get at me. I even find myself looking over my shoulder to think I see him out of the corner of my eye. He refuses to leave this time, even after trying by telling him to leave me alone.

This morning was the worst of the bouts with this dog. He randomly makes himself present in my minds eye, and then taunts me with his glowing white, and yellow eyes. Rest is a bitter sweet memory for my weary mind.

So here I sit. Wakend by the threads of my mind. Tired..... Oh, how I wish for the sweet taste of sleep. The good thing about this blog is the feeling of being able to write about it! The sad part is actually reading what I am writing. I am a person of facts and proof. There is NO reasoning or fact behind what is happening. It has happend so much that I have done countless hours of research on my dreams. I do say dreams, mostly in part because I know nothing can affect me out of the dream state.

Even though I am a person who likes evidence to support causality behind something. I also have a big belief in the pseudo-science, (super-natural, and the power of demon/angelic impressions.) Now I don't think anything is out to get me, I just think there is something that has bothered me for so long, now I am trying to over come it. I have no clue what it is. I wish I did because I would be working through it instead of losing sleep trying to figure out what it means. Symbolism and dreams go together, WE ALL, should admit that, but what my dream means I have not the slightest.

I sit here in this dark house, in my little corner, waiting on the clock ticking by to cease. Hoping I can pass out before my alarm tells me to get up. Urgh... Well I hope you all have fun reading this, and don't think I am too crazy. Course to say I am crazy you have to tell me what normal is first. Okay, well see you all in class!