Last night I had a dream about Demons. I was in a different home with two men in the living room. The first scene I remember is an enormous arm stretching out across the room, grabbing Man A, and throwing him across the room. His body slammed through a glass and he laid limp in front of me, with his face enveloped by glass shatters. Man B instantly betrayed his friend and aided the demon in assuring his death. He claimed Man A was still alive and suddenly he was asking the man “what are you doing?” and so the demon carried on by stretching out his grotesque arm and slamming the man across the room once again. This time, when he had his back turned I ran toward the bathroom, locked the door, and managed to escape through a small window in the shower. I ran and jumped over seven foot fences. This was part of a previous dream, where I would run, jump over these fences, and hide. But the demon would always find me. This time around I managed to get out of this cycle.
The perception changes, and it turns out that the person that escaped was actually my sister, who left her baby in the house. I break into a car by slamming the window, and somehow the car just starts. Now we are in my boyfriend's neighbor hood, along with hundreds of other people escaping from their demons. As we flee we pass through a cemetery, but the memorial stones are covered in blood and arranged in a satanic circle. Someone had created a portal for the demons to pass through.
On our way to a haven their is a road block. The cops are checking every car to ensure that there are no demons passing through. Hilariously enough the haven is the garage of a shopping mall. When we park the car we find my sisters family in law. The baby didn't make it, but her husband survived. When she gets back into the car she is no longer my sister, but my mom. I rush her into the car, but she's taking forever to put on her shoes.
I Wake Up...
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