Dream #1
I was in a movie. I and a group of friends were up in the woods, in some cabin. An evil person or spirit followed us there. We knew the evil person had committed some crime, and we were going to expose him for it. But now the evil person had killed some people in our group and managed to trap the rest of us in the cabin. The cabin was smallish but well accommodated, with couches, bookshelves, rugs, well furnished rooms, even a desk with a nice computer.
We were trying to escape from the cabin, but we knew the man was keeping a close watch on us and would terrify us as soon as we left the cabin. But even inside the cabin the evil man was beginning to terrorize us. He possessed one of us either to commit suicide or kill someone else in a grotesque way.
Now I was a woman. I think everybody could feel the man's spirit influence. But I particularly could, as if the man were about to possess me and make me do something awful to myself or others. I now saw, from more of a "camera" viewpoint, the woman/I standing before the computer. The woman had been possessed to download something to the computer. This, we were all certain, was a demonic program that would kill the woman.
However, instead of a demonic image, a cartoon image, like from the cartoon Heavy Metal, of a naked man appeared on the screen. A man from among us now stood before the woman. Both the man and woman were naked. The man began kissing the woman's chest and neck. The man and woman were now both like computer-cartoon (Heavy Metal style) characters, almost floating in the air, maybe not quite life size. The man had an enormous penis, which he thrust toward the woman, maybe rubbing it against the woman's belly, but never penetrating her with it.
After the man and woman had passionately kissed, they seemed to return to normal, though they remained naked. I was the woman again. I felt completely fine. I went to sit in a chair. All of us were relieved that nothing bad had happened to the man and me. I felt completely normal -- even fresh, as if I had just woken from a good rest.
But suddenly I got sick to my stomach. I realized that the demon or evil man had poisoned the man's lips. The man had kissed me and I had ingested his poison. I now felt extremely sick. I began vomiting up fountains of white glop like milk and cottage cheese. The vomit tasted a little sweet, like rice pudding. I stopped vomiting. I was now extremely tired.
We all thought how cruel it was of the evil man or demon, to cause me, the woman, to vomit, to lose whatever nourishment I'd had in me, after the evil man or demon had already put me through an energy-sapping ordeal (some ordeal that had occurred outside, before we'd gotten trapped in the cabin). We were sure I, the woman, was now on the brink of death.
I was now myself. Something had just happened in the cabin, possibly the violent death of another person. We decided that we had to leave the cabin once and for all. Our car, some kind of black sedan from the early 1980s, was outside. There was a chance that we could get to the car without the evil man knowing. People were afraid to go, but I convinced everybody we had to do it.
We got in the car and drove away without the man noticing. We were down in a small town like Los Alamos, New Mexico, driving through the parking lot of a multi-building shopping plaza, like the parking lot was a wide path through a blocky maze. It seemed like we were actually managing to escape.
But now the evil man had discovered we'd left the cabin. He tracked us down. He was going to play a trick on us to recapture us. He disguised himself as a demon (or used a demon cohort of his?). The demon was an anime-like figure, a black shroud, almost triangular, with a white, oval mask with just enough slits for eye holes, and no nose or mouth. At first the figure looked like a cartoon ghost. But then the figure looked like a human dressed as a cartoon character, like a good thief who was an awful charlatan, a parody.
The trunk door of our car was half open, unable to close because a TV-sized box was lodged there, unable to fit all the way into the trunk. The figure ran up to the trunk and stole the box, running away with high-kneed strides like he was a caricature thief in a second-rate play for kids.
I knew the figure had stolen the TV just to get us to turn the car around. The TV didn't matter so much, I thought, as long as we got out of here. And as long as we just kept driving, the evil man couldn't catch us, and we could get out of here.
I may have been driving at first, but now I was possibly no longer the one driving. And now the person who may have been driving, a young, slightly overweight man with red hair and a red beard, got angry at the figure and decided to pursue him.
The figure ran into a certain building. We drove into that building and found ourselves in some place like a smallish, vacant warehouse. The car stopped, possibly as if it had been broken, i.e. possessed and self-destructed, by the evil man.
We all got out of the car. The evil man now appeared before us. He may have had a few different aspects. One was a red-haired, red-bearded man, like the person who'd been driving our car. Another was a pale man in his early thirties, dressed in a men-in-black style suit, with greased, combed hair. Another aspect may have been covered in gore. We knew, or at least the evil man tried to make it clear, that we were now done for.
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