Demon

Date: 1/12/2023

I was scheduled to participate in a professional fight and needed to cut weight for the tournament. Bobby Wagner and I were weight loss buddies and were dieting and conditioning to the extreme. Simultaneously, my fiancé and I were back in high school together (in real life we didn’t go to high school together) and she was driving me around dirt back roads to school. Bobby and I were on the street when a red car angled itself toward me and tried to run me over. I dove out of the way and narrowly avoided it. It turned around and tried to ram me again. We played this game of cat and mouse for about 15 minutes, while I yelled for people to call for police. Eventually, with realizing any change the car had become RC-Car sized and I picked it up off the ground and hurled it into oncoming traffic. It struck a vehicle and the car shattered into pieces. The car it struck was damaged and came to a stop. Strangely, the car it struck was missing the entire rear left quarter. And my stepmother was inside the car, with my half brother. And when the RC car hit hers, it sprayed a disgusting brown yelled toxic goo that formed into cylinder pellets and coated her vehicle. We laughed about it because she was on her way for me to help clear her car and now it was covered in this death goo. The red RC car was now full size again, and Bobby and I were standing on the sidewalk waiting for police to arrive. A different car pulled up, one in an unattractive shade of yellow green. An older woman came out of the vehicle, she was tall and plump, silver white hair, pale skin. She went and looked into the red car and signaled for me to come over. It was crumpled badly, but the man inside who had been trying to run me over was somehow alive. His neck snapped, he was breathing raggedly. His eyes glaring at me. The older woman and I got into the backseat of her car and she said that’s my son. At this moment, I felt a sinking and a despair. It become suddenly clear to me this woman was a demon, either the same demon or related to the demon in the red car that was trying to strike me. Before she could attack, I plunged my hands into her face to attempt to tear her apart. Her face stretched and peeled, like kneading a ball of bread dough. And she laughed and cackled while I tried to save myself, struggling with her nasty skin. Bobby pulled the car door open and pulled me out. He said I wasn’t allowed to die before we had a chance to fight in the tournament. But at this moment I realized the demon was all around me. It was my girlfriend. It was my stepmom. The demon has possessed everyone, and I am in hell. Woke up scared and breathing hard.