I had an awful dream last night. I might even go so far as to call it a nightmare. It started, five friends and myself were going to go into this house that we knew was haunted. I think we were going to try to force the ghosts/demons/spirits out with the force of our prayers and wills alone. We were cocky and over-confident, or at least I was. I remember one of the friends was a girl I really wanted to have sex with (and I've been having really vivid sex dreams lately, and I can't say what that is about). We all go into this house, and it's a scene switch to us all in a room at the corner of the house with a window that takes up two walls and is covered by a dark blue curtain. The color is just like the one on my own wall, but it was a lot bigger as the window was huge.

We all began to pray, two of the friends were praying at the same time, while other four took turns saying our own prayers out loud, so at any given point there were three out of the six people either mumbling or speaking a prayer. I've only ever seen people do that once, when i prayed with a couple of old people at a Christian camp. It's like a mass prayer. (I should clarify to you guys I'm not a Christian now, and never really was. I'm a spiritualist, and I don't really know what you would call what i am precisely) The last one to start giving a prayer was the guy/girl sitting next to me. Somewhere in the middle of the prayer, the giant curtains started snapping open and snapping shut very quickly (which would have take a whole lot of force because there were like six sections to the curtains, and they're HUGE). It interrupted the prayer and scared us all shitless to see the curtains opening and shutting in a split second over and over. They stopped and somebody yelled "They did it six times!" Which somehow reminded me of the devil's number, 666. I, determined to challenge the demon, started opening and shutting the curtains myself, screaming to it to come out and show itself. The whole room was a midnight blue with all the lights off this whole time.

Again, the scene shifted to us all in the same room, but we were sleeping in sleeping bags like we had just retired for the night, except for me. I knew the ghost/spirit/thing was near and was attacking us, and I was yelling at the top of my lungs for everyone to wake up. But nobody heard me. I almost thought I heard a voice in my head that said 'they can't hear you'. And then I couldn't hear myself. I was telling at the top of my lungs for my friends to wake up, but either I wasn't making any sound or my ears wouldn't work. I couldn't hear anything but my thoughts. I began tripping and falling all around the room like I was under attack, and I kept screaming and screaming and all my friends kept laying there. Then they started to disappear. As soon as I would turn my back another one would vanish. Four friends. I kept screaming. Three friends, I kept screaming. Two friends, I was basically giving up. Something warm and wet was in my ears, and I knew whatever it was was the reason I couldn't hear. Soon it was me and one other guy alone in this room, and he was laying unconcious on the floor. I fell onto his legs and clutched one of them, determined not to let him disappear. Suddenly he was dragged away and everything turned black and I heard myself speaking in a voice-over type thing and it said exactly this:

"I felt something grab me and snatch me into a corner.(Since when do I say snatch?) I felt my fat being sucked out of me.(this was coupled by a strange picture of a machine in the dark sticking a tube into me and sucking my fat out... I have no idea what that was about.) I felt something warm...but it wasn't my fat..."(as though I thought at first my fat was spilling out of my stomach and arms onto me, but realized it wasn't? I have no idea what that meant.)

And there it ended. I woke up with my heart beating like crazy and my cat scared the crap out of me by jumping on something and making a lot of noise. I was on edge the whole morning.

The question: Your thoughts on this~:sleep: