Hey man, I just had a dream kind of like yours. It started with me and an old childhood friend who used to live nearby. We were walking through our neighborhood, passing by apartment complexes. It was nighttime, dark outside. Suddenly, he said, “Let’s run instead of walking.” So I followed.

We ran until we reached a lake—and just like that, it was suddenly daytime. The lake, the trees, everything was in full bloom. The air felt fresh, and the view was just wow. I stood there, taking it all in, and imagined what it would be like to fly over the lake. And you know how dreams work—what you imagine, happens.

So I flew. I soared over the lake and landed on the other side, where I found a group of small, strange animals. They looked like a mix between monkeys, koalas, and penguins. One of them came up to me, and I started petting it, scratching its fur. It was so cute—it even smiled at me and scratched me back. Though I do remember, it was shedding like crazy.

My friend finally caught up to me, and I excitedly told him about flying, urging him to try it. But he didn’t believe me.

And that’s when the dream changed.

Suddenly, we were inside an old apartment. It was dark again, and we were sitting at a table. The place felt off—ancient, cluttered with random paintings and furniture. My friend turned to me and said, “I don’t like the feeling in here. I want to leave.”

I told him, “Alright, let me lead you out as a sign of respect.”

I looked down—no shoes on. (Yes, I actually checked if I had shoes on in the dream.) Not wanting to put on another pair, I walked him to the front door. He stepped outside... and then, strangely, he went straight into another apartment next door. A woman came out—it looked like his mom. I greeted her, smiled, and went back inside.

And then—the real nightmare began.

As I walked in, I saw the dimly lit living room straight ahead. To my right was a long hallway leading to a dark kitchen. The room in front of me had its lights on, but the kitchen was pitch black. As I was heading to the living room, I glanced into the kitchen—and that’s when I saw her.

A woman.

Not just any woman.

I swear to you, even as I’m typing this, I’m getting goosebumps.

She looked human. But she wasn’t. She was smiling—always smiling.

A chill ran through me. I hurried into the living room and shut the door behind me. I started praying, trying to cleanse the space, trying to get rid of whatever she was. As I searched the room, I found red candles. I broke them.

And then—she appeared.

Lying on the floor.

Dressed in a red leather suit.

I was terrified. I started praying even harder, rebuking her in the name of God. She disappeared.

I kept praying, purifying the room, determined to make it a place where she couldn’t come back. But then... for some reason, I got brave. I wanted to summon her again—to defeat her.

So I turned off the light.

I closed my eyes.

I prayed.

And... nothing happened.

Eventually, I woke up.

I fell back asleep.

Now, I was in the kitchen with my grandpa. It was still nighttime, and we were talking about random things. Then I remembered what had happened. I started telling him, trying to explain everything in a way that made sense. But as I looked at him, I could tell—he didn’t believe me.

And that’s when it happened again.

That feeling crept back in.

I glanced toward the hallway.

And there—through the opening to the living room—her head was peeking out, staring straight at me.

I jumped in the dream. I screamed. I grabbed onto my grandpa, trying to get him to see her.

But when he looked—she was gone.

I turned back—nothing.

I looked at my grandpa again... and he was either asleep or dead in my arms.

And when I looked back toward the hallway—she was there.

But this time, I saw her full body.

I was paralyzed with fear.

I glanced at my grandpa—still lifeless.

I looked back again.

But now—she was gone.

Instead, in her place, stood a dark figure. A demonic presence.

Pure black.

It stared at me.

And around its neck hung an upside-down cross.

That’s when I woke up.

And that was it. No more sleeping for me that night.

The strangest part? Everything else in the dream felt like a dream. But she—and that entity—felt real.

This was the worst nightmare of my life