**** I suppose I should warn y'all when there's gore... there's gore and just general nastiness. My nightmares are usually pretty gory. You've been warned.****
So, this morning first thing I pulled on my fingers just to make sure I wasn't dreaming any longer because I reeeeaaally wanted to be awake after the dream I had last night. As someone who's had some pretty gory nightmares and has had nightmares for a long long time... this one was pretty freakin' creepy and yet it wasn't even as gory as most of my nightmares tend to be. It was the general creepiness of it and the feeling of helplessness that really got to me.
I lived in a nice 'McMansion' house somewhere in suburbia and apparently I was part of a large-ish wealthy family. The interior was nice and my family members were mostly snobbish but otherwise things seemed to be okay. Then I began noticing that something wasn't right; things would be moved where they weren't supposed to be.
Pieces of furniture would be misplaced or upside down or knocked over. I would walk by a mirror and see a shadowy figure but when I looked for it, there would be nothing there. There was this growing sense of dread and no one else seemed to notice so I just didn't say anything. The oldest son (I think he was my cousin or nephew in the dream) started acting strangely--the cat went missing and I found it all mangled in the bathroom-- but no one seemed to think it was him even though his reaction to the dead cat was almost like glee when everyone else was reasonably upset.
His eyes would completely dilate every now and then and sometimes his features would shift from a look of fear to a look of sadistic glee almost to the point where his features would twist in an in-human way---they would stretch and distort but whenever anyone else looked he was normal. He caught me looking at him and locked eyes with me as they grew dark. He knew that I knew... the fucker was possessed.
I ran out to my car (apparently I was something of a Hunter--from SPN--and had a lot of mojo stuff in my trunk) and grabbed some things: crucifix, book of incantations, and a gallon jug of holy water. I went back inside just in time to watch him crush a wine glass in his hand and chuck the shards at his sister's face so hard that fragments stuck. The rest of the family obviously noticed this and were freaking out... how exactly is one supposed to react to that? Some lady fainted, the girl shrieked because one shard got her eye, the girl's mother said hysterically, "She's going to cry--don't let her cry! I get nervous when she cries.", and the others mostly just tried to get as far away from the possessed boy as they could.
He turned his gaze on me and hissed, "You're next."
Of course I felt a pang of fear but I was also sort of pissed off. He started towards me slowly, telling me under his breath of all the awful things he had planned for me but I extended my hand and shouted, "Osuwari!" (Yes, like from Inuyasha.) and it stopped him in his tracks but he resisted me and stayed standing. I began reciting the Lord's Prayer in Latin, trying to exorcise him. He hissed at me and it seemed to be working but then he just started laughing like I was just saying the funniest damn thing in the world and pretended to catch his breath, "Whew... I-I'm sorry... were you trying to exorcise me?"
In a split second his was across the room and had a hand on my throat pinning me to the wall. He said in a whisper close to my face as the others fled screaming like idiots, "I quite like it here... I think I'll stay." Again he began telling me of all the horrible things he wanted to do with me and... I'll leave those up to your imagination. This all just reminded me how much I hate feeling helpless. :\ He called me some unsavory things but what got to me the most was "filthy bitch" at this I snapped and roared, "MY NAME IS GABRIEL!!!" shoved my palm against his forehead and tried as hard as I could to exorcise him. Black smoke billowed out of his mouth, eyes, and ears and he dropped me. I hadn't killed him--only forced him out of the young man who was very confused at this point.
"We need to go somewhere safe. Come with me." I grabbed his hand and dragged him with me from the house to my truck and we drove away heading for a safehouse I knew about.
This is where I woke up and muttered to myself, "... I think I watch too much Supernatural... and what the hell was in that taco?!"
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