Dinklage and Demons

Date: 1/3/2018

In this vivid nap dream, I was dating Peter Dinklage. I was up and coming in the acting world and had met him at an awards ceremony (I think an MTV movie One). The dream started with us at the awards show where we met and I was sitting near him and flirting with him with glances and smiles. I guess a new demon-related movie had come out because a performance they wanted to do was a re-enactment of a soul-eating thing that happens in the movie. So the actors were on stage and everyone was excited, but then the actors started becoming weird... like the main one started twitching and doing a transformation... at that point, the audience was uncomfortable. As it happened with the other actors, the audience (myself and Peter included) began realizing that this was not an act... these were actual demons getting ready to take someone’s soul here at this awards ceremony. The secondary actor moved his hands across his face and his eyes went from normal, to all black and he started cackling. He then went to the microphone and said in such a creepy, high pitched voice... “we need a volunteer”. The audience was horrified but I’m not sure what happened after that. Next part of the dream was I had brought Peter Dinklage home to meet my family for the first time, I think very shortly after the awards ceremony because I didn’t feel that I loved him yet. So we were in the living room and it was midnight- we were all awake and watching TV. Suddenly, they start showing the events at the awards ceremony. We watch along in horror and discomfort - my dad knew that we were there and he was sitting next to me, holding my hand. After a bit, my dad shut it off with no comment. Peter looked very uncomfortable and a bit shaken. But I didn’t comfort him for some reason, until my family retreated to watch a movie with my grandma in her room. At this point, I brought Peter into the bathroom and asked if he was okay. He said not really, that he was all-around uncomfortable. So I grabbed him and we made out for a bit, until my grandma knocked on the door and said it was snack time. I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearing 3am. My dad commented on how good my grandma’s cooking is and he served me a bowl of rice and beans. Peter did not want any and he sat on the couch the rest of the night, looking uncomfortable.