Voices

Again my memory is fuzzy, but this dream was super long in reality. #486 - 2.20.16 4:14AM - DILD There is some creature or entity that want's to take some dream ability from my mind. I thinks it can get the best of my by taking away any possibility of loosing consciousness during sleep. I decide it is a good time to try WILD. I have an easy in-dream-WILD (DILD) and stand back up. I try to confront the thing that is jacking with me, but it is invisible. I think I can hear it skittering around, but I see it is just my miniature dachshund. I get annoyed and kick my dog. I flies across the room and out a window. I am shocked and a little ashamed of myself so I just leave the room. I still hear the skittering sound, but cannot see anything. I still feel like it wants something from me so I remain resistance. For some reason I feel the need to hide my thumbs in my fists. I enter a new room and remember that I wanted to fist fight someone in a dream, but I cannot seem to summon anyone. Instead I decide to punch and kick at the wood paneling in the room. The walls are really tough, but I eventually break through one with a spinning jump kick. I try to imagine what I will find on the other side. I expect a white walled hallway, but when I look, I have a view under a bathroom sink with all sorts of bottles and stuff you would expect to seem. It is not interesting so I back out. I hear my mom talking to my dad about what I am doing to the walls. I follow the voices to a dinning room with a table. My parents are there and my grandmother is standing next to them. Nanny is giving mom some advice about some illness. I focus in on there telling her the problem is the "upper lefter wing". I feel this is important information. I say, "Hey. We are getting medical advice from you in a dream. Let us try to remember this... upper lefter wing. Ok?" We say it together, "Upper lefter wing." I do not try to understand it; I will look into it when I wake up. I go on, "OK so try to remember this dream when you wake up. It will be interesting to report the same dream to each other." Then it dawns on me. "Oh no. Oh wait. You are... not with us anymore." I hug my mother's mom. "You are...dead." Now curious, I ask, "So what is it like on the other side?" Her character seems to breakdown now and she seems distance and less lively, "I have to watch out for them." "Watch out for who?", I ask. "Them. The other ones." I am confused. "What do they do?" I expect a better answer; something exciting and wonderful, but she simply says, "They have sex with me." I wonder what the hell this is, "HAVE SEX!? WHAT?! Who? What do they look like? Her appearance is now changing to a young dark haired woman, "They all look like the first one." For some reason she points to one of her ears. "Evil." I continue to try to understand this, "How do we stop the evil ones." "The same way you always have." She says. "With what? Goodness? Kindness? Holiness? Purity? <PERSON>? WHAT?" She looks like a complete stranger and has faded away into a vegetative state. I decide this conversation is over. The dream fades and I wake up.