Knowing the people I do, it could happen. (most of it)
Before I go into detail about the dream, I must explain a few things.
1. Several of my female friends have the hots for my fiancee.
2. They have been trying to tear us apart for years.
3. They practice the black arts.
Now, for the dream.
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I was at some sort of building. It had a stage in the front room likely for some play.
Raven, Katie, Brittany, and Chris were there.They were saying something about a play. My Aunt Terri was at a computer, making something in a PDF writer. My little cousin Chandler CUT HER FINGER in the shape of some occult symbol and pressed it to the computer screen, which changed pages. Apparently, she'd summoned a demon.
She and I went to get a band-aid. When we got back, Andy had been roped into being in the "play" that they were putting on. I kept trying to get him to ditch them, but he wouldn't. He always keeps his word.
Anyway, I find out that this "play" will be held in the seventh floor basement (yes, you read that right) of a "hospital." (the kind for crazies) I head in, and there are all these dead bodied in the room.
The room's ceilings were about 25 feet high, and the corpses were piled several feet thick on the floor, until they almost made another floor. I remember one floating up, just a head and torso with no arms or bottom half.
The play began, detailing the powers the members of "The New Order" would have. All present were called to rise up and take the power.
The power they spoke of was the power to kill with but a touch. All people present were told to "bring a friend next time," which I assumed meant for them to bring a victim. I became panicked at this point: I was an uninvited guest, and trespassing surely meant death.
The play went on, and Raven and Katie saw me. They tried to keep me from the stage. I pushed through anyway. I stood by the stage, my eyes never leaving Andy for a second.
He met my gaze, and walked over to me. Brittany, Raven, and Katie were screaming for him. "No! Don't! Stop! Not her!" He kept walking.
He knelt down, and took my hand. He smiled at me, and I knew that I, at least, was safe.
As the play finished, I looked around. Everyone I knew was in the room--alive--standing on the corpses. Andrew, Sheila, Krissa. Everyone. I realized that I was the minority. I got so scared that I began to sing hymns.
"Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord..."
I knew it wouldn't help, but I figured I might as well die knowing where I was going.
Then it was over.
Andy took my hand, and he and I walked up the flight of stairs to the door and left. In the hallway, Andrew, Chris, and some eerily familiar guy that I didn't get a good look at joined us. Andy tapped on a hole in the security door and the guard let us out. There was a dog. I don't know why.
During all this, there was narration. I think it was the guard's retelling of the event.
"They didn't speak. They all looked haggard. They were either remembering it all too vividly, or they were trying to forget. Sometimes, one of them will come back to the hospital, but they'll never leave again..."
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