Dream Journal
There was a carnival being put on inside of a building. Through a few hallways, I came upon the venders and food stands lining the left side of a long room. The rest of the space was taken up by round tables, like in a food court. At one of the tables I saw a few of my high school classmates. I made my way towards them and gave them big hugs.
We stood by their table for some time when I noticed a boy of 8 or 9 years sitting at the table coloring with crayons. My friends had to go and asked me if I would watch the boy for a bit. I agreed and sat on his right.
Many members of my family arrived and we all went somewhere together; we took the boy with us. As we were talking, I would periodically notice he was no longer with the group - he had disappeared. I thought little or nothing of it until a large piece of paper would appear in his spot with someone’s name written large in crayon.
After some time I realized that he was possessing people, thus killing them, whenever he disappeared; he was a demon. The name on the large piece of paper was the name of his next victim.
He possessed most of the people in our group until there were only a few left. An unidentified male and I were chasing him around and trying to figure out how to stop him.
I grabbed him once in a crowd and found his face to be covered in a white powdery/webby substance. He wore some wax paper over his head and had his sweatshirt hood pulled over that. I let go of him in disgust.
He and I were sitting at a pick nick table on some grass. When I glanced up he was gone. I freaked out and started yelling to the other members of the group that he was missing again. I looked back at his spot and saw a piece of paper with my dad’s name and the name of his hometown.
We all jumped in the car and raced to Homer. I found Dad and asked him to go for a walk with me - I was trying to get him out of the situation. I was on Dad’s left side supporting his arm. He started staggering about and then his fingers felt like soft rubber. I could no longer hold onto him and he collapsed to the floor. He told me that he needed to poop, and then emptied his bowels there in the hallway.
I called loudly to Mom so that she could come help Dad. I dashed into a door on my left. Mom ran to Dad’s side and a tall, skinny, geeky looking man came running down a set of stairs to tell Mom something. She couldn’t leave Dad, so I followed him back up the stairs.
He told me that he had been doing research on the boy. At the top of the stairs was a brightly lit room with a desk and a few computers. The man told me that he had found pictures online of the boy drawing for the first time with his crayons.
He showed me the picture: the boy had been drawing a small house and its landscape. It didn’t look like any weird drawing to me. The man led me to a bulletin board on one wall of his office where a large poster was stapled. He removed a cream colored brochure that was attached with a pushpin and covered the bottom right corner of the poster.
Under the brochure was the cabin that the boy had been drawing. This was the key piece of the puzzle. I grabbed the poster down, pulling out its staples, and then ran back down the stairs with it and the research man following me.
In the middle of the poster in orange letters was a sentence that I knew was of great importance. I knew that my mother had been possessed. Standing in front of her sitting on the floor, I held the poster so that the bottom right corner—the house that the boy drew—was in front of her eyes.
I was unsure of what to say. I started mumbling something when the research man started saying the orange sentence. I knew what he was doing was right, so I said it with him. After saying the sentence I demanded the demon to leave her. We repeated this three or four times before I woke.