Sunday night’s dream was about a demon that we had (somehow) “banished” into a doll. The doll that it was banished into just happened to be a Chucky doll. Yeah, it just had to be Chucky.

The dream officially got on a roll when I apparently somehow asked the demon to leave the doll. This was the only way that it could be freed of its banishment. Why did I do such a thing? I don’t know. Perhaps I became incredibly angry at someone and I said that I wished the demon would take them. Honestly though, the dream wasn’t clear on this point. This scenario was only suggested at best.

The only part of the dream that matters is that this thing got loose. What’s the first thing that a stereotypical demon does when it’s freed from its prison? It goes after the ones who put it there, of course!

It was my brother, my sister (I think?), and I who imprisoned the entity in the doll.

The first thing that it done when it got out was to start trouble with people who we cared about. It done this by possessing key people and then used that person (or animal) to arrange situations where someone was framed or was put into dangerous situations.

The demon, of course, would not show itself to the people who it was manipulating, but it wanted us to know that it was the source of the sudden rash of considerable problems for those near & dear to us. The way that it let me know was, again, very stereotypical: It would look at me when it possessed someone, flash the eyes red, sometimes grin, and then immediately return the human’s face to normal.

One unfortunate point of the dream is that us kids had kept this whole demon business a big secret. No one, not even our parents, had ever learned about it previously attacking our family or of how we had “banished” it to the doll. To everyone but us kids the world was its usual every day kind of place.

So it wasn’t like we could just run up to the adults and tell them what was really happening, but I tried to do that anyway. Obviously my mother very quickly (and very embarrassedly) pulled me out of the room as quickly as possible.

Somehow, the demon inside of the possessed person let me know that it was laughing.

It eventually turned its ire toward us more directly by attempting to kill our mother. It was at this point that we all agreed that we would have to team up and explain to her, together, what had happened and that “all of this demon talk” wasn’t just our imagination.

We managed to more-or-less rush her out of the house and into the car, and it was around this point that she began to take us a little bit more seriously.

Unfortunately this is around the time that the dream ended, with the demon effectively coming after her directly.

-The End-

~Steph

[tags]dreams, nightmare, demon, demonic[/tag]