Demons in a theatre

Date: 11/19/2019

So I had this dream where these girls I know (I can’t remember who they are but I knew them) and my brother and I were all in this theatre. There was a play going on up front on the stage and it seemed to be putting people in some sort of trance but because of my social anxiety I hadn’t been really watching the play, so I wasn’t under. My little brother was sitting next to me and I got his attention by basically slapping him and he snapped out of it and I told him what was going on. I had this feeling, though, that we had to pretend we were still in the trance, because we had no idea what we were dealing with and escaping right away could get us killed. Turns out I was right; the one girl, in a blue makeup and dress theme, was on stage doing her thing, but the two others (same age, similar appearance, but one is red themed and the other green) walk through the dark aisles of the theater, each carrying a giant, wicked-sharp iron/steel axe that glinted from the stage lights. Nobody seemed to see them or reacted as they were in a trance. But the girls went, starting from the sides, and chopped everyone’s head off. You could hear the sick ‘thunk!’ and gushing/splattering sound as their head fell onto the ground and blood spurted everywhere, and the sharp noise that came when they were decapitated. My brother was freaking out but I whispered to him that if we tried to run they’d catch us; we were near the back and they were close by and we were in the center column, which was the longest. We wouldn’t have time to get to the aisle before they got to us. Instead I promised him we’d be safe if he followed my lead. The girls came over to us and went behind us, I could hear them snickering girlishly. We were the only ones left and time had been running out, my stomach was filled with what must’ve been a million butterflies and I was shaking from adrenaline rush. The girls left my field of view but I didn’t wanna turn my head and ruin the surprise, so I listened for them behind me, but it was hard with the play going on. When I felt one girl’s hand on my neck I turned suddenly, grabbed the axe, and said ‘please... why are you doing this?’ She didn’t drop the axe and we each had an end. I remember thinking that if this failed I might have just killed my brother- it didn’t matter if I died but if he died too I’d never forgive myself. He sat there, scared, in the dark. The green girl, who’s axe I was holding, seemed to snap out of a trance herself. She ran over to her sister in red, who was nearby with another random newly-beheaded person, and the red girl seemed to snap out of her daze as well. They both ran up to get the blue girl, who must’ve been in a trance too. I told my brother to get out while I looked for the person behind all of the madness. There was blood everywhere and I remember feeling bad for whoever had to clean the carpet. The bodies weren’t as bad as you would’ve thought. I felt a numbness towards them, staring at the headless bodies and the decapitated heads a few feet away all I could think of were Barbie dolls who’s heads had been pulled up. Somehow, in the dream I knew the girls were demons- or perhaps were possessed by demons. I don’t know how I knew this.