I was a woman for the first time in any dream I’ve ever had, and I actually believed I wasn’t male anymore. The dream had the feel of a supernatural WB show like Charmed. (Or Supernatural.) I was a young, suburban witch.
I don’t remember the majority of the dream, but I was being tasked by a middle-aged Hispanic man, who was actually a demon or other entity in human form. He reminded me a little of Gomez Addams; he wasn’t frightening, but personable and a little cryptic. There were some trials or puzzles I had to figure out, but of what aspect I can’t remember now.
All I remember is that towards the end of the dream he raised the stakes. He said “there are Malebolgia living nearby; next door to be exact.” In my dream these were demons I didn’t want to ever, ever deal with. I said, “do they know I’m here?” And he said “no, I never tell them who you are. They have no idea, but if you fail, they’ll find out.”
I said, “but… you may not have told them my name directly, but they can read minds, and you think of me all the time because of these trials. Maybe you never said ‘she is the one being tested’ outright, but couldn’t they easily infer it by just seeing who you think about?’”
The man went white. He’d made a horrible mistake and that was absolutely the case. And even now he was thinking of the mistake and my name and the demons were receiving it all.
In my dream my house was my parents’ house, and the Malebolgia were our next-door neighbors (they never appeared). But that little white house next door surged with evil. I felt sick and started running down the sidewalk away from both houses. The man called out after me to keep running and not look behind me, and I screamed a woman’s terrible horror-movie scream as the sun in the cloudy sky started to turn blood-red. Now everything was red and I was outside the young woman character I had been, looking down at her. She wasn’t just running, she was leaping, flailing, doing anything she could to put distance between her and the house.
I thought, “wow, I’m not in any shape to fight these demons. I wonder if I could somehow train as I ran away,” knowing that if she stopped running, she’d be taken instantly. She would literally have to physically be running away for as long as she wanted to stay alive. How long would that last? A couple hours?
I woke up really unsettled.
