Satan's Ritual

Date: 11/26/2023

It starts off at a sort of Christian college. Really big, really nice, abt 3 stories tall, with a large rectangular middle of the roof exposed to the sky. It was beautiful. I wish I cd remember all the details instead of just parts ... this school must have been on an island. Surrounding parts of the island were sections of water infested by sharks. We weren't supposed to go into those parts of the water, but I went in anyway to collect sharks teeth. These teeth wd later be important to the ritual we had to perform to prevent Satan from taking over the world. Each student/participant had to provide something. I provided the sharks teeth. I recall that the higher-ups were watching us, making sure we didn't stray too far out into the waters. Not bc they were worried about our safety, but instead bc there were secrets they didnt want us to learn. Even when I wasn't out in the waters or on the sand, but up in the college campus on high up floors, I recall always feeling eyes upon me. Watching me. Monitoring my movements and my words, making sure I never learned or said anything that would ruin their plans. Things remained this way for awhile. Me thinking I was being stealthy collecting these shark teeth, while all the while I was doing exactly what "they" wanted me to do. Me being watched amd listened to. Me learning little things here and there, but never letting "the eyes" know what I was learning... Then late one night when all students where supposed to be in their beds asleep, the entire Colosseum style college itself began to shake. Just slightly at first. A few students, me amongst them, awoke and began walking up the stairs to the very top of the building, where we could reach our hands up and touch the part of the roof that opened to the dark star filled sky itself. We were all in long hooded burgundy robes. It appeared that I was the only one that was coherent. Everyone else was in a daze, as if they were hypnotized. While walking up the spiraling staircase towards the top floor that I had not yet reached, a long, thin, gray, mist of a demonic spirit floated from one of the floors below straight up to the top floor where I was headed with the other students. I was more afraid than I ever thought even possible, but I couldn't turn back. Something inside me knew that I had to see this through; that without me there to stop it, whatever was about to happen would be a world wide catastrophic event. I alone, with the Holy Spirits help, had to face this fear and MAKE my feet continue forward, despite the urge to fall to the ground right then and there and scream & cry out of sheer fear. So I continued to climb the stairs. I tried to "un-widen" the fearful look in my eyes, and pretend to be calm, as though in a daze like everyone else. I and one other were the last to arrive. A male. He and I joined the hooded students already in a circle beneath the starry sky. We took each others hands and the others began a chant. The boy that had arrived at the same time as me looked at me. He wasn't chanting. He had the same look upon his face that I had had when I saw the demonic spirit float through the walls and the floors. So I wasn't alone. One scared college boy amongst flying demonic mists, a group of hypnotized robed students, what felt like an earthquake as the floor beneath us shook and parts of the walls fell far below to the bottom floor shattering, and two or three "professors" whose faces were now twisted with sharp teeth and red eyes, did not do much to calm the deep fear within my soul, but at this point, I was thankful for ANY help at all. If God sent him, then this boy must have an important role to play to stop this. As did I. Each student had something in their hands. One by one, they each threw their item into a small fire in the center of the room. One girl tossed in a frog. One tossed in a handful of sand. One boy tossed in a book. One a pencil. Another a photo. Then came my turn. I had the sharks tooth on me. Now I understood why they allowed me to get those sharks teeth when no one was supposed to be allowed down there. For some reason this tooth I had was absolutely necessary to their ritual. I took a couple steps towards the fire as the other students had done. The professors smiled their evil, twisted, almost lizard-like smile as they watched me; as they watched and believed the ritual was going as planned. As I slowly lifted my hand as if to toss the tooth into the flame, my eyes met with the other coherent boy. He very slightly nodded his head as though he understood what I was about to do. What I wanted him to join me in doing. I lifted my hand and began to toss the shark tooth. But instead of tossing it into the fiery pit that symbolized hell and Satan himself, I instead threw it up. Up and out towards the stars, towards the heavens and the angelic bodies above. In the exact opposite direction both physically and metaphorically than what the ritual required. As my item, the sharks tooth, flew through the night sky, the beautiful dark skinned boy took his item, a knife, and did the exact same thing I did. With both items passing one another in the sky, and the boy and I smiling at one another, a twinkle in the night glittered bright and beautifully. The campus began to shake harder now than before. The students came out of their daze and were filled with confusion and fear. Everyone began to run, trying to make their way down the stairs before the entire top floor collapsed. The stairs themselves began to break apart. The boy and I had to use all our courage and then some to jump from one floor down to the one below it. At one point, as my foot touched the landing below, it cracked and broke. The boy grabbed my hand. He pulled me up, saving my life. Together we were able to make it to the stairs. From this point on they weren't broken. We made our way out. We ran across this thin brick bridge with sewage water below, which led to the beached area. There, we were able to craft together a small raft. It was enough to hold just a few of us. Him, myself, and two or three others that had made it out there with us. Now our only fear were the sharks. These waters were supposedly so infested that even so much as stepping a single toe into these waters could cost you your life. But the waters were calm. We were suddenly given the information telepathically that the waters had always been calm and safe. There was now nothing to fear. The once outwardly beautiful campus lay in ruins. The corrupted souls of the damned were in hell. And we had saved the world. No one else knew. No one else would ever know. But no one else needed to. The knowledge of what we had done was enough to fill our souls will the self confidence we needed to carry us through our lives, to make us better people. To enable us to help others should the need arise later in life. The evil incident itself was over, but the ramifications would be life long. We had been truly blessed.

AI generated interpretation This dream is highly symbolic and contains elements of fear, bravery, deception, and ultimately triumph over evil. The setting of a Christian college symbolizes a place of learning and spiritual growth, but this institution is tainted by sinister forces and hidden agendas. The shark-infested waters represent danger and hidden truths that the higher-ups are trying to keep concealed. Your decision to gather sharks' teeth despite the warnings could symbolize your curiosity and willingness to explore the darker aspects of life or your own psyche. The presence of demonic spirits and the ominous ritual to prevent Satan from taking over the world suggest a struggle between good and evil within yourself or in the world around you. The feeling of being watched and monitored by the higher-ups could indicate a sense of being controlled or manipulated in some aspect of your waking life. Your bravery in the face of fear, symbolized by facing the demonic spirit and defying the ritual by throwing the shark tooth towards the heavens, reflects your inner strength and courage to challenge authority and break free from oppressive influences. The alliance with the young man who also defies the ritual signifies solidarity and mutual understanding in facing adversity. The collapse of the college and the escape to safety on a makeshift raft represent the destruction of the old, corrupt system and the emergence of a new beginning. The calm waters and the telepathic reassurance that there is nothing to fear suggest a sense of inner peace and clarity after overcoming a great challenge. Overall, this dream may reflect your subconscious processing of power dynamics, inner conflict, and the importance of standing up for what you believe in, even in the face of fear and opposition. It could also signify a personal victory over internal struggles or external challenges, leading to a sense of empowerment and growth.