Wolves and Sheep

Dream July 1, 2018

Somehow, I've found my way into an enemy cult. Several of my friends are here as well. The leader of the cult is a man with the personality of Scar (The Lion King) and the Joker (Batman's nemesis). He takes my friends and me as captives. We work tirelessly day in and day out in a labor camp.

One day, I enter a building that is forbidden to me. I meet a pretty, blonde woman who is a member of the cult. We talk and become friends. I also become friends with her brunette friend. I am freed from labor due to my association with the girls. The leader of the cult even promotes me to the leadership. But I am not one of them. I am a sheep in wolves clothing.

My friends are suffering. They haven't eaten for days, and you can see that they are thinning. Some of them are on death's doorstep.

A boy, around the age of six, is put in charge of my friends. I walk with him to the labor camp, which looks like a barn. When we arrive, my friends whisper to me that they are starving. I tell the boy that we should get them some food or else they won't have the energy to work. He does what I suggest. They are grateful for my help.

I am spending time with the blonde and brunette when another girl walks into the room. I try talking to her. She blows me off. For some reason she detests me. She climbs into the top shelf of a closet. I'm confused.

A portal has opened. I've figured out that I have been in another world this whole time. I walk through a tall, wooden hallway. At the end is the portal. I enter it. On the other side, I find myself in New York City. I instantly put together a plan to save people from the cult. I return and take a baby that belongs to a cultist. I make it through the portal but then return with it. In my room, I hide it under a blanket. The leaders of the cult enter but do not see the baby. Dream ends.

I wake up

Cult Fiction

Dream 6/13/2015

My mom and I take a drive into town. We lose track of time. We find ourselves in Chicago five hours away from where we started.

We search for the Willis Tower.

We end up in a room with many familiar faces: People we’ve known much of our lives--from church, from school etc. They are holding a christian conference.

 One issue with this location is it’s problem with tarantulas. Every now and then you’ll find one crawling on the floor below you, someone will scream across the room and you figure they found a big, hairy friend. A small Asian boy sees one and tries to pick it up. He gets bitten and let’s out a scream. 

The leader of the conference asks us to split off into groups for discussion. I end up in a group that I don’t care for.

Within a matter of seconds, the conference turns from a good-hearted, christian conference into a macabre, Occultish meeting of horrors. The leader (who looks suspiciously like Meryl Streep) is now in the crowd and her daughter (looks like Rachel McAdams) has taken the reigns up front. 

In a chant-like way, the mother says, “I don’t know where the children are but I’m sure you do,” pointing at her daughter. Streep let’s out a series of “whoos.” Some are longer (Whoo-hoo) and some are short (Whoo). Cheering and applauding, she screams out, “I just got married to a man yesterday,” and then she turns to where nobody can see her face, when she turns back, her face is old, as if it has aged thirty years. Dream ends.

I wake up.