So this is one of those fear-of-dark-corners stories. The moments when your mind has a chance to trip you out. In the dark or when you're alone, your imagination can really get going and sometimes get out of hand. And I know for me that is very true. Sometimes I feel like there is definitely a demon in my mind or in my presence trying to terrorize me, and I know it is just all in my head and sometimes I'll declare the Lord God to fend off any demonic energy that might actually be around (even if its a demon just dwelling in my thoughts - that's what it feels like sometimes). Well anyways, that is basically what my dream is about, it was as if there was a demonic presence in our house, like many horror movies, and at some points it got into my head and tormented me there. It was a really creepy feeling when I was actually in the dream and experiencing as if it was real. It was more real, obviously, than just seeing some characters in a movie go through a situation, because for quite a while you are the main character and it isn't a movie - its real. Sometimes there is nothing that can match the experience of a dream because it convinces you that everything is real. Maybe the only thing I can think of that could easily parallel the dream I had would be someone with Schizophrenia or something like the experience of the people in that story Sphere. And my dream could have also been a result of learning about schizophrenia lately, it's a really interesting disorder. And all the other things I've researched lately, and of course, it must also be a result of the reality of how I do fight with my imagination and possible demons sometimes, like I mentioned above.
So let me get down as much of the dream as I can remember (and as usual it can be hard to remember the actual beginning of a long dream, and some of the middle).
It must have started with something creepy happening in the house that felt like the house was possessed, and I think me and mom were in the kitchen and I was able to see down the hall. Something weird had happened and there was a definite demon presence before the event where I noticed that it smelled like something was burning, like an overheated engine. Following what looked like an oily smoke I opened the basement door to the darkness and stepped down a few steps (knowing mom was right there and I shouldn't be scared of the dark at my age) and looking through the unfinished open staircase I looked towards the back of the basement at dad's table saw. It seemed as if the engine was burning, like overheating, there wasn't really a fire but it was a hot red-yellow color. Weird, because Dad hadn't been using that saw in a long while. He's been working late these days and he hasn't gotten a chance to do any home improvement projects. I hear myself telling myself this. And just as weird was that mom seemed less concerned then I thought she should be about something almost being on fire - that hasn't been in use for weeks. It must be the demon that was doing this.
(I don't remember what happened after that but someone must have taken care of the overheated engine or it stopped by itself)
So one day after that, I went to a corner store of some sort to get something and then figured I'd ask the kid at the register if he knew anything about engines (maybe he would know why an engine could start by itself) and I saw a man off to the side of the desk, he looked like a tough-skinned guy, seemed a little angry. The kid looked at me hesitantly as the man was summoning him to have a talk. Oh, that was his boss. I never got my question answered. So I went back home.
Many other strange and haunting things happened in the house that week. I can't really remember them all, but of course they involved darkness and me fighting in a weird in-my-mind way with the demon that is in the house. (Hopefully it comes back to me cause I feel like there was something specific.)
So towards the end of all this - It's late and dad's not home yet and mom has gone to bed. Up to this point I've been fighting with this demon in order to "keep the house safe". It got pretty much to the worst point when I decided to go to bed tonight. It wasn't even very late. It must have been about 11p.m. My vulnerable sleep gave a chance for the demon to really get in my head. I was hearing voices and revisiting images of the previous mental fights with the demon, and at one point I woke up feeling the need to confront the demon in waking consciousness. It was dwelling in the basement again and I could feel it taunting me from there, I was terrified but furious at the same time. I got out of bed unsure of what time it really was except that it was still dark out but it must have been morning. I found myself downstairs in moments and I took a few steps down the basement stairs too see into the basement. I didn't see anything, the table saw was as dead as it should be, but I felt the presence still. I was very much on the edge this whole time, it was emotionally and mentally exhausting but I was in survival mode in need of ending this once and for all. Unable to do anything of physical worth I ran back upstairs stumbling through dreamlike thoughts and voices telling me about the week. I tried my best to fight off these manifestations for I knew it was part of the demon's energy getting to me at this point. Finally upstairs again, I heard my mom and dad's voices speaking normally and calmly as I went by, their lights were on as if they were waking up for the day, and mom was saying "she's been sleeping for 12 hours". But it was still dark, how could I have slept twelve hours? I counted the hours from 11p.m. on my fingers. I checked my clock, it was only 2a.m. This isn't right. And they would not even be awake now, am I just hallucinating? I must be. I tried to get back into bed and sleep but I heard more voices and saw more visions soon after closing my eyes. Mom and dad talking and all the events of the week were terrorizing me again. It was bringing up all the anxiety and worry and terror about events previous to this and what could have gotten things to this point. What's going on? Why won't this demon let go? Why, God, why is this demon possessing me so strongly? Will I be able to get back to where I was, in what now feels like my previous life? Then after what seemed like hours of fighting this terror and hallucinations I heard another voice, a deep growling voice - the demon, in all its realness, speaking directly to me - I screamed at the voice and escaped out of my dreaming to slam the snooze button on my clock multiple times, thinking it would hopefully just be a noise from my alarm that I interpreted as a voice in my dreaming. But I had gotten rid of that alarm clock a while ago. Was it just another hallucination? I'm making a lot of noise, are my parents awake now? Are they hearing all this? Then I saw a vision as if I was outside my house in the warm morning sun thawing the cold dark night away for the dewy dawn. "I don't know, I didn't hear anything" Dad said. Was I still sleeping? Did I ever even actually wake up?
Yeah, I was dreaming that I was dreaming and it was so real that it was a bit confusing. So this is as best as I can remember it right now. It was very confusing as to how things were happening in the last few moments of my dream. When I actually woke up in real life it was morning and I could tell mom was in her room getting ready for bible study. I was refreshed, and surprisingly not too disturbed by the dream I had just experienced. I was just glad it was only a dream because it really did seem very real, I thought for sure I was at a point where I was doomed to be fighting with demons in my mind because of all the strange things I'd been learning about during the semester. Things like alien abductions, schizophrenia and other mood and anxiety disorders, hallucinogens, world religions based on the strangest beliefs, and of course reading Sphere really tripped me out good. That was a great book. So all this may have been getting to my head and manifested itself in that dream last night. I've had some strange dreams before that probably because of these subjects but this was one of the best terror/horror-like dreams I've had, I feel like it could make a good film. So I'm actually proud of it and I want to develop it. But I figured I'd share it with you. Hopefully it was a little interesting. Thanks.