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Last night I had a bazaar dream, one that I had before a few months back, only this time I was able to take some action against the horrific events (I'm not sure if this falls under "lucid dreaming" or not, so I'm posting my dream here). The dream scares me and I want to know what it means.

It starts off with me driving through a suburban neighborhood, on my way to visit my father for a "family-get-together". It's all viewed in a first person perspective as I park in front of my "father's" house, which looks more like my mother's house (father and mother are divorced, lived with my mother for 4 years or more before getting kicked out and living with my father). A family-get-together might seem innocent enough, but this "get-together" didn't have much family in it. It consisted of my father, and 2-3 other characters that I've never seen before. Aside from "family", my old childhood friend (who lived next door to me when I lived in my mother's house) was there too. Apparently she was "invited" and came along to see me.

The interior of the house looks the same as it does in reality, only the guest bedroom seemed to be some kind of closed off cavern. This cavern was like a ceremonial trial of some kind that consisted of 3 bridges, crossing over what looked like a bottomless pit. These three bridges lead to 3 different loins head statues, and inside each lions head were either (from left to right) 2 vials of green liquid, a book and figurine of some kind of god-creature, and 2 vials of red liquid. It was never explained to me, nor do I know what the purpose of this "trial" is. All I know is there was an old hag who looked almost like a witch who instructed me to take this trial. She wasn't visually related to anyone in my real family, but I seemed to treat he like a family member that I knew, just never seen much of.

Apparently when I arrived, my childhood friend had already taken said trial, and I was told by this witch that I had to take it as well. My "father" in this dream kept to himself and seemed to have this look of disgust toward me, like he wanted nothing to do with me, or just looked at me like just another person he didn't know or care to know. He never explained anything to me and was often seen cooking and cutting up meats like a butcher. So when I was instructed to take this trial I didn't bother asking my father for any help or advice (Normally in the real world when I was faced with a situation that I wasn't sure about I would ask for his advice/approval/help) and went along with it.

The process of the trail was odd:
1.) Choose from either the 1st or 3rd bridges to cross.
2.) Once crossed, choose 1 of the 2 vials
3.) Once a vial was chosen, the 1st and 3rd bridges would fall into the pit. You had a split second to grab onto the narrow walkway on the wall mounted with the lions heads.
4.) From there you must shimmy to the 2nd bridge and write down 10 truths about yourself in the book inside the 2nd lions head.
5.) Once the truths are written, tear out the page and offer it to the god-creature's figurine while lying about all 10 truths (example: "I can not tell a lie" being a truth, you must say something like "I can't help but speak only lies").
6.) If you did this incorrectly, the bridge would fall. If you did it correctly, the page would burn and you'd have to drink the vial you choose.

Depending which vial you choose it was either beneficial or poison. My first time in this dream I picked the 2nd green vial and it turned out to be poison. From there, I was dragged back to the house, and a horrific ritual of some kind was performed on me where I was slaughtered and roasted alive like some kind of pig (equivilant to the traditional cooking of a whole pig at large Cuban and Puerto Rican family-get-together's, my family in reality being of Puerto Rican decent). Knowing this I chose the 1st vial this time and drank it. It wasn't poison, though it made me very sick, and when I came back from the "trail" I remember puking all over the floor and could barely walk, my friend at my side trying to help make me feel better. My father could care less.

Shortly after I recovered, my friend took a turn for the worse and started feeling faint. She was later taken to my old room and was resting in what looked like my mother's bed from the master bedroom. My dad was at her side, looking like he was taking care of her. I asked him if she would be okay, and if there was anything I could do to help. He just shook his head and grumbled words at me like "everything's fine" and "It'll be done soon". I didn't understand any of it, and the more I asked and demanded to know what was going on, the less and less pleased he seemed with me.

I stared exploring the rest of the house for a while and I eventually came across what looked like a slaughterhouse built in the backyard that connected directly to the back door of the house. This is where I witnessed other people getting slaughtered alive in the most disturbing and disgusting ways. I heard their screams and saw them gutted, filleted and lobotomized by my father and 2 other butchers. I was freaking out at the horrific sight and my father caught a glimpse of me. I quickly ran back inside the house and tried to get my friend from the bed, but the witch was already their cutting slivers of flesh and meat from her arms. She was accompanied by another, larger looking butcher and I demanded that they stop and explain themselves. The witch just looked at me with a crooked grin and said "The ritual must be completed!". Just then I was suddenly blind folded from behind, but I quickly fought my way out of being restrained and ran for the front door.

Once I made it outside I was relieved to see that there were people outside. Witnesses in case father should try anything. He was shocked to see them there, and didn't want to do anything while so many people were watching. He just looked at me as I got in my car and asked, "where are you going?" I told him that I was going back to my mother's place and was calling to let her know that I was on my way (I would notify people in reality to let them know where I was or where I was headed, that way in the event that something should happen or if I don't show after a period of time, they'll know something was wrong and start looking for me). When my father heard this, he nodded with a look of anger on his face and said, "That's a nice little car you have, son..." and stormed back into the house. I didn't know what he meant by that, but when I got in the car and looked off to the side of the house, I saw a rather large, black pickup truck with 40 inch wheels and my stomach sank.

At that point I didn't care, I started the car and put it in reverse, but I started noticing something strange. Everything felt slow and slugish, like everything I was doing was happening in slow-motion, but everything around me was continuing at regular speed. It felt like my body's responsiveness was slugish and I came to the conclusion that it was a side-effect of the vial I drank. But I didn't care, I wanted to get away as fast as I could. I started driving through roads, most unfamiliar to me. As I drove I was convinced that this was the right way to go home. Suddenly I received a text message on my phone saying "You can't escape" (I didn't read it with my eyes as I just took a glance and correctly assumed that's what it said). Shortly after reading the message, the road started changing. It started breaking up into sections that looked equivalent to the roads of "candy land" or "the wizard of Oz" and turned every which way. I started freaking out as a new, surreal world started forming around me, and I wasn't sure whether I was hallucinating or not, and when I looked in the rear view mirror I saw the black truck tailing me. I tried accelerating to get away, and for a while I was able to put some distance between us, but I started to black out and woke up from my dream.


I tried looking for answers online to see if there was any meaning to this, but couldn't find anything specific... I'm still looking for answers...