Dream Journal
I was standing next to my waterbed in a large room filled with a lot of people sleeping on cots and in sleeping bags on the floor. There were two people in my waterbed - B and a demon. The demon was built large and had long hair and a beard like a biker might. He got up to use the restroom and I slid into the bed close to B. The demon got back into the waterbed; I was grateful that he had allowed me to be in the bed.
The room blew up like a bomb had exploded. I was observing outside of the situation, so I apparently wasn’t still in the bed during the explosion, but I knew B was still sleeping in there and was probably now gone. It made me sad, but I didn’t cry.
I was then on the roof of another house with a few men; it was early morning. I could see that a water truck was driving down the road and was about to collide with a gasoline truck parked at a stop sign. We were able to get the gas truck to move and avoid the water truck, but instead the gas truck crashed into the house.
The building exploded from the collision and went up in huge flames. I knew the teen girl sleeping in the room in the back left corner, and she died in the explosion. I was very sad about that.
While the house was still on fire, a group of demons, all male, jump out of the flames and land on the room with me. They were all unharmed from the explosion. They talked about the fire with the man I had originally been standing with - he must have been the leader of their pack. The group of demons were bad, but I wasn’t scared of them.
I stood in front of the burly man who allowed me into the waterbed, but then he shifted positions and I was behind him. I was on the edge of the group and the roof, so I inched forward and leaned over his left shoulder trying to be a part of the discussion.