a kinda cool dream...

until the end, when it got downright freaky.

I was speaking in a church, talking about this church in Africa I had visited, and talking about Mary Magdalene (I've been reading a lot about her lately). My parents were there, and my mom kept interrupting and talking over me and not paying attention. (That part is also to be expected, she won't listen to anything that challenges her faith).

The talk was going well for a while, and then I saw a couch/chair moving. I thought someone was pushing it, so I went over to ask them to stop, and no one was there, but there was this wall of energy that pushed me back.

Then I saw this man, all in black, with a black hat, but I soon realized he wasn't real, he was a ghost or a shadow. I got this really negative energy from him, frankly he terrified me.

Then he went out the door, I ran up to it, and it was locked, even though there weren't any locks on the door. I was frantically trying to open it, and I saw him through the door where I was trapped, he was at the top of the stairs at another door, and then he looked back at the door down below where I was, I felt it open or unlock, and then he disappeared. The lights in the church went out and I started screaming to everyone in the church that they had to get out right away, and they had to keep the door open for the person behind them so they wouldn't get trapped.

I woke up feeling scared and unsettled.

Yay.