Date: 23-05-2023
This dream began somewhere in a theatre of sorts. Maybe a bar or restaurant. There were round tables where people were seated, and there was a podium. The people were eating and drinking, the vibe was good, they were enjoying whatever entertainment was going on on the podium, but I cannot recall what that entertainment was. I entered the spacious room/hall and found myself a welcomed guest by most. I wasn’t super popular, but a lot of people were generally glad to see me.
I was with a beautiful blonde woman. She accompanied me but there was nothing going on between us relationship-wise. But I was quite fond of her, though she was very much out of my league. I could tell she took a fancy to me too, but nothing had come of it. I did think that being received that well into that place by others raised my chances with her though. We walked around, met up and talked to a few different groups of people at different tables.
But then the vibe changed suddenly. The room had been quite light, as a bright evening sun had been shining through the side windows and the windows in the ceiling throughout the evening, but the ambient light suddenly and quickly dimmed quite dark. The pleasant chatter in the background was now replaced by frightened silence, and the room turned darker and darker as two figures appeared in the room.
It was an older man and a women, also old but significantly younger than him. You couldn’t tell they were old by their posture, as both were in excellent shape, but you could by their faces and the way they carried themselves. But they were no ordinary people. In fact, they weren’t people at all. They wore capes, and had sharp teeth. They weren’t vampires in this dream, yet their description quite accurately matches your average old ‘black and white movie’ vampire. But as those tended to be almost comical, these figures were truly ominous.
I think I instinctively knew what they were. They were demons. And the woman that I had accompanied was of interest to them. Somehow I knew what was going to happen before it was going to happen. I knew they wanted to get on the podium and frighten everyone, then “take” my friend as they were convinced she was their daughter. I don’t think she was their daughter, but I knew that was a technicality these demons wouldn’t care about.
As they walked slowly ominously towards the podium, smiling malevolently at every frightened face staring at them, they passed us. I was a bit frightened too, but I was able to compose myself. My friend was very scared. As the two came closer to the podium it became darker and darker. It got so dark that you could barely see anything, but things remained visible because as our eyes adjusted we could see that everything in the room had a blueish hue as if the room was illuminated by a single black-light.
I decided to intervene. Somehow I found the courage to stand up to them, and I did. I grabbed the man by the shoulder and told him “Leave your daughter alone!” His smile shifted to a vile angry look, full of contempt. He spoke not, but everything about his reaction screamed “How dare he touch me..! How dare he speak to me..!” He wasn’t used to being confronted. His female companion tried to come between us. She had the sharpest nails and tried to scratch my face with a swift sweep of her hand.
But I fought back, and actually balled my firsts and threw a few punches. These punches landed quite awkwardly on her torso as she was two steps on the stair up the podium ahead of me. But it didn’t matter cause these punches landed like lightning strikes. With each punch that landed a loud thunder accompanied it, together with a flash of light that for a split second would light up the room. I was totally surprised. So were they.
But she persisted and I upped my punching game, and it worked. Not only had she not laid a single finger on me; her dress had caught on fire. She backed off. Now the man attacked me, but I hadn’t run out of stamina. He received a few punches as well and his cape too caught flame. Both of them tried a few times more, failing to lay a hand on me and having to back off, each time putting out the flames in a bit of an annoyed panic.
Then I saw my chance to grab the man by his arm and I put it in a lock grip so that I could look him in the eyes and exclaim to him to leave his daughter alone, or else I would “light up” the room. I threatened him with death. He was in doubt whether I was bluffing or whether he should actually be genuinely scared. The thing is, I somehow knew I had the ability to burst into a ball of pure light, but I did not know how to do it. I had no idea and imagined that if he called my bluff I would just have to figure it out or fail.
As his dead eyes stared into mine he picked up on my internal doubt, and so he called my bluff. I was scared for a second but kept throwing the punches. This kept him at bay but he was advancing slowly. He saw my struggle. But then at one point I squeezed my fists and put pressure on my body holding in a breath while trying to push it out, focussing on the experience of throwing punches of light. And from within my chest a white glow appeared. This shifted the dynamic. I saw panic in his eyes.
I had discovered the light switch, but I had yet to figure out how to turn it up to full. He saw that too. He hesitated. In his hesitation I again affirmed my threat: “Leave your daughter alone or I will light up the room!” Both demons got so angry. They didn’t want to bow to my demand but they weren’t sure if they could beat me. Their calm and ominous composure vanished in a split second as both of them started screaming terribly like banshees.
It prompted me to try one final time to burst into light while they tried to attack me one last time, this time together. But I was able to conjure up more light than in my prior attempt, and even though it was still not even close to full power, the mere sight of the light and my increasing success rate was prevalent. They both instantly vanished and light from outside filled the room again. They were gone. And strangely, everyone picked up where they left off before these demons entered the room.
Nobody really thanked me, but neither did I desire it. A few people did speak and said something to me about how well I stood up to them, but I think maybe they were unable to cope with how they did absolutely nothing themselves and could therefore not acknowledge my actions in the right context, and thus they had to play down how bad that situation actually was. But I cared not. My friend was safe and I found out I had the power to challenge demons.
