Weird dream...
Seriously. Last night was odd. Suppose I should be used to it, though- life has been odd lately, and I've been having VERY vivid dreams.
So. In my dream, I was visiting some friends of mine- the parents of one of my coolest friends, a girl named Nicole. I consider her parents friends too, because I've known them for a while, and I don't think of them as just "Nicole's parents." I don't know if that particular explanation is really necessary, but I offer it anyway, so as to emphasize the trauma of this dream.
In my dream, I got possessed. Yes, possessed, as in demonically possessed. *laughs* It was the same as that ridiculous movie, Fallen, from 1998. A demon entered me, and then used my body to kill Nicole's parents with a really sharp pair of scissors, while I watched on helplessly.
Then, it left my body, and left me to deal with the consequences. I freaked out- I didn't know where he had left the bodies, but I had the bloody scissors right in front of me in the kitchen sink. I threw them away, and freaked out. I'd like to say I didn't know if it had really happened, but I was pretty sure I'd done what I'd imagined doing, especially as the house was eerily silent and empty.
Anyway, Nicole came home, and I played it cool, because I didn't have PROOF that they were dead, as in bodies. The scissors were damning, but circumstantial, and I dumped the trash knowing that.
Later, I started to try to nudge her in the direction of looking for her parents. "Don't you think it's odd they're not here?? They left and didn't say anything to you? Why would they leave and not come back for this long, when you're back in town to see them?" She lives in Texas, btw- her parents live in Reno where I do.
I didn't want to tell her I thought her parents were dead, because then she'd ask why, and I'd have to tell her I thought a demon had possessed me and made me kill them. But I REALLY wanted her to find them- I love her parents, and I just could NOT handle this situation.
Anyway, the dream went on, I found out that the demon was going around doing this to LOTS of people, and that people were calling him Azazel like in the movie, because of the eerie similarity to the movie. I was really tempted to explain to them that Azazel was a GOOD being, and that the whole 'evil angel Lucifer/Satan' thing was just Judeo-Christian propaganda, but that would require me to admit I knew about the demon, and that would open all sorts of bad doors. But, I learned that once he possessed someone and left, he couldn't come back unless invited by name, which nobody really knew. So that was good news.
Then, Nicole got possessed by the demon. And her victim? Me. She stabbed me in the gut, and then I banished him from out of her, and she woke up, a steak knife with my blood on it. I started to die, and she freaked out, and I told her that it was ok, that she didn't do it on purpose, that a demon was trying to cause evil and trouble, and that it had possessed me and made me kill her parents. She freaked more, saying "What are you TALKING about? That's impossible! Why wouldn't you tell me about it? Why would you let this happen, let me find out THIS way?"
And I said to her very quietly, as I lay dying- "Because you wouldn't have believed me. And jail was the last place I could be of any help. Now he can't ever possess you again, and you'll be safe."
And that's when I was about to kick the bucket. Except, just as I started to pass through the door, I had an "Avatar: the Last Airbender" moment- my eyes flashed open, and I started to glow, and I slammed my hands down upon my wound and healed myself. Then I floated into the air and turned on the specter I saw floating near us, gloating over its success. I pointed at it, and said some sort of weird word, and blew it up.
Yay me. I started to wake up around this time. As I roused from my dream state, I had this weird moment where I heard the demon whisper in my ear as it blew up: "See you next time."
My interpretation? Don't eat ramen noodles and Cinnamon Toast Crunch just before bed, after watching Avatar: the Last Airbender cartoons with hubby and discussing the nature of demons with a client. Also, go to bed at a decent hour: 5:30 AM is way too late.
*chuckles*
The most disturbing thing about my dream, honestly? That I tried to cover up the deaths of two people I loved, out of a sense of expediency. That is really fucked up, and it's indicative of my own mental state, which isn't good. Would I do that really? I probably would. That's horrible- two people are dead, and all I can think about is not going to jail?
*laughs grimly*
So. In my dream, I was visiting some friends of mine- the parents of one of my coolest friends, a girl named Nicole. I consider her parents friends too, because I've known them for a while, and I don't think of them as just "Nicole's parents." I don't know if that particular explanation is really necessary, but I offer it anyway, so as to emphasize the trauma of this dream.
In my dream, I got possessed. Yes, possessed, as in demonically possessed. *laughs* It was the same as that ridiculous movie, Fallen, from 1998. A demon entered me, and then used my body to kill Nicole's parents with a really sharp pair of scissors, while I watched on helplessly.
Then, it left my body, and left me to deal with the consequences. I freaked out- I didn't know where he had left the bodies, but I had the bloody scissors right in front of me in the kitchen sink. I threw them away, and freaked out. I'd like to say I didn't know if it had really happened, but I was pretty sure I'd done what I'd imagined doing, especially as the house was eerily silent and empty.
Anyway, Nicole came home, and I played it cool, because I didn't have PROOF that they were dead, as in bodies. The scissors were damning, but circumstantial, and I dumped the trash knowing that.
Later, I started to try to nudge her in the direction of looking for her parents. "Don't you think it's odd they're not here?? They left and didn't say anything to you? Why would they leave and not come back for this long, when you're back in town to see them?" She lives in Texas, btw- her parents live in Reno where I do.
I didn't want to tell her I thought her parents were dead, because then she'd ask why, and I'd have to tell her I thought a demon had possessed me and made me kill them. But I REALLY wanted her to find them- I love her parents, and I just could NOT handle this situation.
Anyway, the dream went on, I found out that the demon was going around doing this to LOTS of people, and that people were calling him Azazel like in the movie, because of the eerie similarity to the movie. I was really tempted to explain to them that Azazel was a GOOD being, and that the whole 'evil angel Lucifer/Satan' thing was just Judeo-Christian propaganda, but that would require me to admit I knew about the demon, and that would open all sorts of bad doors. But, I learned that once he possessed someone and left, he couldn't come back unless invited by name, which nobody really knew. So that was good news.
Then, Nicole got possessed by the demon. And her victim? Me. She stabbed me in the gut, and then I banished him from out of her, and she woke up, a steak knife with my blood on it. I started to die, and she freaked out, and I told her that it was ok, that she didn't do it on purpose, that a demon was trying to cause evil and trouble, and that it had possessed me and made me kill her parents. She freaked more, saying "What are you TALKING about? That's impossible! Why wouldn't you tell me about it? Why would you let this happen, let me find out THIS way?"
And I said to her very quietly, as I lay dying- "Because you wouldn't have believed me. And jail was the last place I could be of any help. Now he can't ever possess you again, and you'll be safe."
And that's when I was about to kick the bucket. Except, just as I started to pass through the door, I had an "Avatar: the Last Airbender" moment- my eyes flashed open, and I started to glow, and I slammed my hands down upon my wound and healed myself. Then I floated into the air and turned on the specter I saw floating near us, gloating over its success. I pointed at it, and said some sort of weird word, and blew it up.
Yay me. I started to wake up around this time. As I roused from my dream state, I had this weird moment where I heard the demon whisper in my ear as it blew up: "See you next time."
My interpretation? Don't eat ramen noodles and Cinnamon Toast Crunch just before bed, after watching Avatar: the Last Airbender cartoons with hubby and discussing the nature of demons with a client. Also, go to bed at a decent hour: 5:30 AM is way too late.
*chuckles*
The most disturbing thing about my dream, honestly? That I tried to cover up the deaths of two people I loved, out of a sense of expediency. That is really fucked up, and it's indicative of my own mental state, which isn't good. Would I do that really? I probably would. That's horrible- two people are dead, and all I can think about is not going to jail?
*laughs grimly*