An Interesting (as in creepy ass) Dream

Last night, I had a very . . .interesting dream.

I was vacationing in a tropical, coastal place. It was jungle like. It was night, and I was walking in a procession with my daughter next to me. Everyone was carrying torches, and for some reason, I had my kindle. We were walking to a run down shack where people had been disappearing. Many of those were either children, or people who I cared very deeply for.

One by one, people went into the shack, but no sounds were heard. No one came out. Finally it was just my daughter and I on the outside. I handed her my kindle, and told her that if I wasn't out in an hour, to leave and never come back.

I walked into the shack. Everyone who'd gone into it was sitting on the dirt floor. They were obviously terrified, but none of them could speak or move. I was able to move freely though, and to speak. So, I demanded for whatever was causing this to show itself and tell me what it wanted.

I don't know what it was. It wasn't visible, and it entered my body. It had wanted me. It said it wanted my power (?!?!?). I wrestled with it for control of my body, and ended up on the floor of the shack writhing. I finally gained control, and in doing so, broke its hold over the people in the shack. I told all of them to get out. One of them, who in this dream was my father, though it looked nothing like my father, refused to believe that he could just walk out and stayed in the shack. I told him that if he did, he'd be destroyed. He stayed.

I left the shack, with this thing still in my body, and set fire to it (yes, the man was still inside - that was his choice). Then I walked into the night sea. Some of the people from the shack followed me in a boat. As I was swimming, a great white shark - a big one - swam up to me, and offered itself up. I forced the thing out of my body, and into the shark. When the thing got into the shark, it tried to attack me, but someone on the boat shot the shark.

Once both myself and the shark were on the boat, we headed back to shore. Some of the people wanted to chop the shark up and toss it into ths sea, others wanted to eat it. I argued and prevailed in getting the shark tossed whole and un-cut onto the burning shack.

As I stood watching the flames, I saw the physical life of the thing. It had been a child who had been repeatedly victimized in numerous ways in the shack.

Once the fire had died down, the thing was destroyed. Everyone was free,and we all left.

Yeah, it was a creepy ass dream, but upon reflection, it really wasn't a bad one.