Mr Cloud, I presume.

Oddly, it happened again. The whole purpose for this blog to exist, mandated by one of those dreams that I do not cherish in the least. Interestingly, there is a parallel to a dream many moons ago, over 2 decades hence. The details from last night emerge.

I am either in the future, or in one of those modern homes that could double as an art gallery; svelte lines, uncomfortable furniture, and bold, yet blase color scheme (blacks, browns, bamboo flooring and white walls with large windows). High vaulted ceiling with exposed dark beams lumber overhead. There is a congregation of maybe a dozen people, none of whom I recognize, but I don't have any problems associating with them. Ages range from perhaps 10 years of age (a bored looking lad with a blond bowl cut hair), up to just over my age, a married couple of sorts. Intermingling with other people whom I don't pay enough attention to to describe, but they are round-about doing things. Probably being pretentious.

Sitting down at the table, the couple offer to show me a trick about this house. They place a cup face down on one end of the table, and it begins to gingerly scoot across the table, picking up speed until saved from falling off the edge by the husband. It is a neat trick, and I'm not sure how it's done. Then the boy does the same thing with a small car on the floor, it moves by itself. I inspect it, but it's just a simple car, no mechanics about it, not much to be magnetized. "This is not all," they inform me, " watch this," and then the boy, sitting Indian-style, is moved across the floor.

And then that feeling starts to ride up in me. The point when I perceive an evil in the room. It's not like looking at a biker-dude, with his shaved head, tattoos, scars and grimace that is natures way of saying "stay away," it's an inner conscious that tells you there is a foundation of evil that predates everything. A cold and bitter feeling the pervades your senses, and they know you're in the room with them, and they don't like it.

Again, this is a new detail to add into the otherwise normal equation that I typically face; it is daylight. All dreams regarding this topic have been in obscure or dark areas. But there is light outside. Not direct sunlight, but clearly bright enough to see outside to a distance.

People begin to levitate around me. They don't seem to care how, and they even enjoy it or so it appears. I tell the home owner that he really needs to consider having his home blessed. And I try to hold some people down by their ankles, but I can feel the power pushing them up. I fall back onto rebuking the entities in the name of Christ, and everytime I rebuke one, another ascends up. They just keep rotating around me; I get one down, another goes up, and then the one I rebuked earlier goes up again.

Now just about every one is high above me and then at once, they all drop with the force of gravity. Crunching sounds as bone contacts with hard flooring, and the people are pinned down screaming with these narrowly perceivable forms dog piling them, scratching and making weird grinding noises. I command all spirits to leave, and then it goes quiet. In retrospect, I should have done that in the first place instead of taking one on one.

The weird part is that these entities were not blamed. I was. I must have angered these "playful" spirits. I told them these were not to be trifled with, that they would eventually destroy whomever they could. But I was told not to fret over it. "We all have our personal demons we like to keep," and theirs were literal.

I don't remember what woke me up, but I was still thrawting these forms when I did wake up because I was still trembling and sweating. It's always odd waking up from these because you, literally, are afraid of the dark at that point. And I make it a habit not to look at the darkest points of my room, as I don't want to see the twisted, gnarly faces of evil staring back at me. Sure, I battle them in dreams, now more often than before and I am not sure why, but in reality, where I know they lurk, I have to maintain a barrier between the real and subliminal. Of course, I said a lengthy prayer right after waking up.

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1984, or close to it, I had two concurrent dreams of the same nature. It was at my grandma's old farmhouse, a place that is always in my dreams, for better or worse. On this occasion, for worse.

Mr. Cloud was exactly that; a small cloud about 4 feet across and 2 feet high, with colorful streamers dangling down maybe three feet. He floated at about 5 feet elevation, drifting from one corner of the house, greeted much like that blissful happy face in the Walmart commercials -- everyone loves to see him as he 'rolls back prices'. I was ambivalant towards Mr. Cloud at best. Of course, that position changed drastically.

I was playing with armymen around the fireplace as Mr. Cloud hovered above me. With his streamers he signaled me to look up at the fireplace. As I did, I saw the face of my cousin being burned alive in the fireplace, flailing about in the flames. And not just one, but one after another. As soon as one was perished, another was tossed in.

I'd run and tell my parents, uncles, aunts and grandparents, but they'd defend Mr. Cloud vehemently. Then I'd ask where this or that cousin was, and I'd get a "probably up in the orchard" or "in the barn" but never the initiative to find them was taken. Not that it mattered, I knew where they really were. And everytime I went back, another would go in. Yet I couldn't leave, because I needed to see the evidence. Then I'd run back to my parents, and the cycle would continue.

Over the course of two nights this dream transpired. Mr. Cloud eliminated 6 cousins or so, and I got to see them all burn, yelling at the top of their lungs, rolling in the coals, but I was powerless to stop it. Kinda reminds me, in a way, of last night's dream and how people defend their personal demons. Not that I am blameless, by no means, but you can't be saved if you aren't willing to save yourself.

I'll get you Mr. Cloud...