Meeting My Inner Demon

Date: 4/13/2020

This was an odd dream. I initially remember having various strange thoughts in bed when I took a nap. While seemingly more and more random, I knew I was in bed. Then I “awoke” in a strange and very small musty room. The whole room was dimly lit, but I could still tell that the carpet and walls were colored burgundy. There was an old television/computer monitor (couldn’t tell which), too. I had this strong sense that this was all my father’s stuff (who I truly can’t stand in reality). I tried to leave the room, but my vision was still a bit fuzzy. I slipped on the floor once I left the room. The hallway was extremely thin and split level. There were two rooms next to the one I came out of, both were different restrooms. The exit to what I now understood to be a trailer on wheels was on the floor. There was a small golden retriever puppy desperately trying to get out by the exit, so I opened the door. On the outside, another being, who for some reason, I can’t remember any visual detail of (except the color green that comes to mind), grabbed the young pup and scolded me for letting it out. I can’t exactly remember all that happened afterwards, only that for everything I did, the other being followed, constantly insulting my actions. Any ideas the other being had always had some sort of ulterior motive. One event was injecting injecting me with staples and wires. I was constantly trying to pull them out, but too many were going in for me to keep up. After a while, I gained control of the metal bits in my body. I could mold them into various weapons and return them to my body if I desired, essentially acquiring a super power. I was led somewhere by what I thought was a great idea from the other being, only to have him abandon me in a locked chamber. That was when all the other super powered people came to battle to the death for a grand prize. I barely came out alive and the being took the prize. Later, I found myself in front of an elevator, no longer super powered, just completely stressed and upset with my situation. I saw this woman walk out and I pulled her to the side. I remember venting all my frustrations to her, sobbing in her arms. When the other being saw this, he told me he prepared that woman for me and that it was actually a bomb. At this point, I was stressed enough not to care. I took her, who had turned into a body pillow (something I don’t own in real life, but wish I had), and settled down to cry on, just awaiting it’s explosion to release me from this world. Then, I woke up.