The Demons' Blunder

I was standing at the foot of a dark building. The street was only lit by one light. The building itself was lined with many glass windows. A revolving door lay creaking in the center.
In an instant, I was in the core of the building facing a very dark man. It was difficult to stay focused on is face because it was as if he were a shadow that was there and then gone again at the exact same time. Then, he dashed straight at me and whisked right through me. I felt a shiver of cold run through my spine. I spun around and he was gone.
I started to run like hell. I knew the whole time that he was chasing me but, for some reason, I knew what was going to happen next, even before it happened. I was ready for defense at each turn. We had many little battles that included me using some sort of magical powers warding him off. As I would turn a corner, I dropped my head and an array of blue light would encircle my body. I would think many thoughts of "the light". My body felt an enormous amount of power of "the light" each time he would try catch me. I could tell he was getting frustrated because he called for a team of other people to chase me as well. I ran around for awhile and then I was knocked out.
I woke up on a couch in a strange looking room. I glanced around trying to focus my eyes. The room was only lit by one light that seemed to be coming from the kitchen. As I focused my eyes, I glanced around the room to find the same terrifing "demons" that were chasing me. But they had a different look to them. They almost looked concerned about my well-being, like a friend.
I heard a rumble of voices in the kitchen. They started to talk louder. Then, I heard a booming voice that yelled, "Now!"
A man walked from the kitchen into the living room. He told another, "We have to take some of his blood." He was holding a syringe. Everybody then quickly glanced around at each other as if they all were still concerned about me. None of them wanted to do it. Finally, the man handed the syringe to a man sitting next to me.
He hesitated. I looked at his saddened face. I was confused. At the moment, a syringe flew passed my face and stabbed me three times in the left arm after the first two didn't hit their mark. Then two more in my stomach.
Blood was pouring everywhere. It ran down my arm onto my pants and was making a pool on the floor below me. I was so confused to see their faces.
They had set a bucket down next to the couch in front of me. My first thought was that they were going to let me bleed to death and they didn't want to get any blood on the carpet. Then I realized it wasn't for the blood; it was for my vomit. I started to vomit in the bucket several times over. I screamed in agony for help from these men. Their concerned faces quickly changed from concerned to terrifing once more.
I plugged the two holes in my stomach with my thumb and fore finger. It is disgusting, still now, how I felt the pressure of the blood hitting my fingertips.
I looked up to see the dark man that was chasing me, right in front of me. He knelt down by the couch to take a better look at me. He turned his head and dumped his face into the bucket of my vomit. He swirled it around a few times to come up soaked in my vomit. He opened his mouth wide.
I passed out.
I awoke on my bed. I sat up when a cold bead of sweat rolled down my forehead.
I came to realize that these men were the devil and his band of demons.
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The thing I remember most the last second of be conscience was the immense feeling of pride and relief. The pride of being who I am and where I will end up in the after life. I felt a sense of relief of leaving this evil world. The thought of Jesus Christ on the cross was burnt into my brain. I felt as though I would be strong for Him. I would die for Him. I felt that the devil could have my human-form of transportation but he couldn't have the engine that runs it; my soul.
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I feel that this dream represents the continous struggle between individuals and "the evil". This is my own personal way of coming to the realization of my own faith and strength. You can portray each situation to each of our own situations on fighting "the evil", in my dream. I feel that everybody has their own way of seeing "the light". Whether it's in a dream, meditation, or just simply through watching television. It's all about keeping all senses open to all things at all times. Just pay attention, have faith, and keep a pure sense of love in our hearts.