Lucid Intent? No
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I'm in a building, maybe a house. There are other people here, attending some kind of event of gathering. This event is geared towards people interested in the Occult and real Vampires. I'm here as a representative of a Spiritual group that includes occultists, witches and vampires. I'm around, seeing people having conversations amongst themselves, and others listening to presentations. I see very few familiar faces and others I don't recognize. Then I see a person who used to belong to the group I'm in, but parted ways to follow other interests. This person is well known, and we have kept in touch. He seems different. He is presenting in a room that has black walls and a red floor. A small group gathers around him watching. He stands in the center of the room, wearing very little clothing, kind of like the Sumo wrestlers wear, but not exactly the same. His body is heavily tattooed now, or so it seems, but I feel like these "tattoos" I'm seeing may really be marks in his energy/aura. He is performing a ritual, and I feel that this is not something that he should be doing in a public place with all these people who may or may not be ready for it. I can feel that he has been going deeper into something, he's been studying and trying out rituals and spells that are very dark and powerful if practiced correctly. I feel that this has been affecting him a lot, and perhaps not in a good way. He's getting further away from everyone.
I'm watching from the entrance of this room without stepping in. I see someone I know outside of th is room, and although I know that this is a woman that belongs in the same group as I do, her face looks different to me. She shows a naive attitude, and she is completely attracted by the charms of this person in the black and red room. I know how the charm works and know that it is affecting her, so I try to persuade her to stay away from that room and that person. But she is completely drawn and blinded. Her face seems like she is drugged or drunk with this attraction, and she says that she loves him oh so much and must go watch him. She goes in and I can not stop her. Then a young man who I don't recognize is standing at the entrance of this room, watching what I'm doing without raising his eyes to meet mine. I know that he is a "recruiter" for this person.
I try to persuade other people not to go in there, but I try to do it without being too obvious. I'm dancing around, singing, chanting words of power, positive words (and feeling a bit silly at first). I have a box in my hands that I hold as I dance and chant. I can't remember my exact chant but I feel that it was simple, and had to do with protection. The young one watching me is doing something with his hands, ripping something into pieces but I can't recall what it is. He speaks to me now still without looking at me. He says "our path is better". I say to him and everyone around, "We're not trying to be better, we're trying to be ourselves".
I step outside and he follows me. I'm in the backyard of my old house in which I grew up. I'm looking around, everything is different. There is no fence separating my house from the neighbor's, and when I notice that, a young man that looks like a younger version of the neighbor that lives in that house next door confirms that they are no longer in that house. I look up and see enormous trees perfectly groomed which weren't there before and I'm impressed by their size and it makes me smile. I look down at the ground and see lots of root-like vines on the ground. It all looks brown and like rich wet earth. I keep looking around as if I'm trying to find something to help me, and finally see a small bunch of small white flowers next to my left foot and I go down to touch them. These flowers tell me that there is always hope and light, and without darkness there is no light. The young man repeats to me that their path is better. I say, we need the darkness because without it there is no light. I feel a lot of emotion and power within me.
I hear a loud noise and we both turn our heads to see some machinery has been placed down at the foot of the hill. As we are looking, another large piece of machinery drops from above, and I realize these are part of a town fair and these machines are the rides that are usually part of the fair. Not sure about how it was transported here by dropping from above. This feels like something random that didn't have anything to do with this dream.
I still get the same feelings as I type and remember everything. The person in the red and black room is someone I've known for a while.