Woke up 7am dude.
What a nightmare. We were demon hunters, me and some guy. And I woke up in my dream and he had KEPT a baby demon, it was blue and it looked cute, but I knew what it’d grow up into, so having higher command, I told him to kill it. Told him it’s us or it.
He shot it three times, tears just steaming down its sad face, not dead yet. Dang that’s a bad dream. I can’t even go back to sleep now.
I’ve held my mother in my arms as she died of poison, witnessed the divorce of my mom and dad before it happened, been judged without mercy before the throne of God, and quite literally missed out on the second coming, in my dreams.
If these are from the devil, how was she allowed to show me the future? If these are from God, then it compounds my fears about how little He cares for me, to send such me such night terrors





