Robo's Dreams

I had a terrible night sleep, spent 2 hours trying to wild, gave up and went to sleep, woke up again, fell asleep again, then remembered this epic dream!
I think part of this was in deep dream state, but I don't know how much, it starts blending together after a certain point.
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I am boating through a swamp river, heading to some sort of cult initiation process. I arrive at some sort of platform off to the side of the river, there are two guards next to the river, and at the top of a rising pathway, a high ranking member of the cult. they want me to do some sort of task, I walk twords the cult leader, becoming less and less me as my mind starts to slip, but my conciousness remains. I grow to monstrous size and pick up the cult leader and flick him off of his trophy platform



I am about to leave, when I notice the platform is a much higher rank than I thought, and would be very valuble, I put it in my back pocket. the guards, once dispatched, have cheap plastic platforms, I put them in a different pocket, as to sort them, I feel they would be very useful when capturing people.

-dream skip/missing time/something-

I am sitting at my computer, I notice that there is an update for a game. I install the update, and play the game to see what has changed. I am sucked into virtual reality without noticing. I spend a few days interacting with- an intelligent man that tells me several things I don't remember or understand, he surprised me with his intellect. two women that seem to have a thing for me, and often do things I didn't expect, and an eccentric little girl that is very entertaining with her over the top antics.

I am actually somewhat sad that I'm awake now, because It was a lot of fun hanging out with them.

-meshes with the above somehow, don't know exactly-

the demon causes me to become a machete terrorizer, I start attacking people I know in my place of work, I remember trapping people in a room with me, it seems to be covered with cake, at least I hope it was red cake, I would just walk twords them, making threatening movements with my machetes, until I got bored.

-I forgot the above scenario, and became me again-

I am part of an investigation, the police are trying to find the identity of the machete murderer. I make up excuses, equally to myself and the police, about how I couldn't be responsible for the murders, despite a growing mountain of evidence. as the investigation continues, I suddenly regain the memories of the machete rampage I had. I am overcome with guilt and grief, I turn myself in to the officer, who is not surprised of my identity, then I wake up.