Hey guys! So I have a habit of keeping a dream journal that I jot down my dreams that I find super interesting or meaningful. The other night I had the most epic dream! Usually I'm embarrassed about my twisted subconscious, but this dream was too metal to just not share with you guys. Please don't judge my writing, I'm definitely not a were and just jotted this down in the middle of the night in my half awake state 😅
I am in London. I see a flyer for a "satanic cult gathering" and I think it's a hoax. Thinking it seems fun, I go to the stadium where the gathering is located. It's built like a theatre and the decorations are dark and gothic, there's no light, only torches. I go into the main room which is a stadium with about 100 other people in it, they're all holding an unlit candle. They're all dressed in dark colours but other than that look average and normal. I linger in the crowd and there's an uncomfortable but enthused murmur throughout the people. After quite a long time, I hear music begin to play. It's eerie and soft, so faint you can barely hear it. In the dream, my character changes into a little girl. I am wearing a gray doll dress and am holding a candle in a stone candle holder in each hand. I'm humming along with the eerie melody and dancing. My dance is so fluid, that it looks as if my body is supposed to move that way. I dance throughout the entire stadium, lighting every single persons candle as I go along. When everyone's candle is lit, I go to the middle of the stadium and finish my dance by raising both arms straight up. I look at the crowd and smirk before I quickly smash both candles onto the ground and the entire room goes up in flames. The little girl vanishes and I am one in the crowd again. It has become frantic now as the fire grows. Some people are on fire, and I can see them dying and screaming in pain. I am calm, and I stand still watching as everybody else runs in panic. There are exit doors on every wall, but they are guarded by very large terrifying looking bouncers. They let some people leave, but they somehow choose who goes and who stays. The people left in the room (myself included) who are not on fire and not dead in the aftermath stand still as the fire dies down. There's about 10 of us. A pair of black horns and dark wings as well as a red marking on our forehead appears for about 5 minutes on each of us. The others stand still, but I walk up to the bouncer and he stands aside for me to pass. Others try after me but he does not let them leave. I exit the building and then hear screams coming from the stadium. I go to a man who studies the occult for help and tell him what happened. He tells me I have been selected by the devil himself to be his mate. He tells me the devil will be coming for me and won't rest until he gets me and brings me to hell with him. I panic and leave terrified. I start seeing a figure of a dark shadowy giant menotaur following me around. Every time I see it I run, but it always catches up to me. After 2 days of running from this thing, I give up and let it find me. The devil comes to me, and although he is a menotaur, he is incredibly handsome. He tells me he just wants me and he doesn't want to hurt me. I can feel his sexuality radiating off him, and suddenly I want him too. We start at it, it is passionate and rough and the best thing I've ever had. He makes me wait and he teases every inch of me. I wake up from the force of the orgasm.
I know it's a dramatic and insane plot twist but I warned you before that I'm not a writer! I don't know how to transition in storytelling haha. But just wanted to share how metal and fucked up my brain's subconscious is 🤘🏻
