I wonder if anyone in here can smell death when they dream. Sometimes when I dream of relatives or people I know that has passed on, I can smell rotten flesh. When this happens sometimes I just say it's my morning breath. Haha. But other times I know it's more than that. Because after the person in my dream goes away, the smell goes with them. Now I'm not talking about rotten flesh like how meat rots, it has sort of a foul yet sweet smell to it. I know thats hard for some people to understand, but it's very pungent. Here is one of my dreams. This one is not about anyone I know, but there was a ghost or demon in it....Rotten.
Xeem tells me the sneaky b1tch keeps running her claws down his back. I look and sure enough there are light marks running down his back. I ask him where Jason was, he points to the restroom which was underground. So we both head down there. First we checked the right side, yelling out Jason’s name. Nothing. Then we went to the left, yelled out his name. Still nothing. We proceeded to go farther into the left. After about 10 feet, I called out his name again. This time he heard me.
“Yeah?” came from one of the stalls.
“Nothing. Just checking where you are.”
“Hey Snake, did you just walked by my stall right now?”
I told him I hadn’t. That we just came down right now to check up on him. From his answer I could tell he was a little spooked by the situation. He asked if we could stay down there with him. I told him that whatever happens, with the power they have to frighten you, the power to defeat them was also as real. Just then, from the reflection of the stall walls, a couple of feet behind Xeem and I, and our reflections, I saw the figure of a woman to the left and behind myself. She start to walk over to my right, I then turned to the right instead of the left to cross the plane of the living. As I rounded my turn to face her, she stops in her tracks knowing I had cross the threshold of the dead. She turns to face me. Right away I saw her eyes, or where her eyes should be. There was nothing there. Just hollowed eye sockets. We were no more than a foot from each other, her staring into my eyes, and I staring into those hollow stares. Her skin was greenish grey. just for a second of our stares into each other, her trying to see the fear in my eyes, my trying to just see anything in hers only to find nothing, she sticks out her grey tongue and licks my lips with the tip of it. I could smell the foul stench of death in her breath. She must have made two rotations with her lips, before I stop it. With all my strength I prayed to GOD for strength to beat this demon. With one solid right punch I knock her head back as she falls to the floor.
“You f*cked with the wrong guy today,” I said as I grabbed her shoulders.
With another swift but brutal right punch, knocking her head back again, and then a right elbow to her head. Strong enough to daze this demon. Now her expression was of fear. Have you ever seen a ghost that was afraid of you? They can’t scream or yell from fright, but you can see the expression of fear on their faces. She had her mouth open in fear, crooked in all directions. Those hollowed eyes were closed, her claws were now trying to protect itself from my pummeling hits. I grabbed both her outstretched arm, and broke them downward.