*Knock knock*
The friends enter (I'll bet uninvited) and greet the colorfully decorated room. Two make themselves comfortable on the coach.

One spots a pink (I think) tissue box that reads........."Amaymon" on the side of it. Somehow, the friend concludes from this that their friend is a Satanist. (Come to think of it, how did the friends get inside the house without the door being opened for them? Pretty sure they didn't have a copy of the key and they didn't sneak in somehow.)

I remember the chaos. I tried to fight against some kind of force of oppression. I stole or tried to take something that I believed was mine or wished for it to be so.


That's all I remember from the dream. I don't remember the specific details of everything but it was a mess.

Many of our dreams are confusing. And we forget most of them. Did this dream bother you?