Some of the scariest dreams I've had involve some sort of metaphysical demon either haunting me or posessing members of my family, but it's hard to pick from them, so I'll just share my latest nightmare...
Summed up very quickly, I had a dream where I was in a very large bathroom (properly scaled, but there was lots of room and stuff, like at a public swimming pool's bathroom) with heaps of taps, electrical switches and wheels that controlled the water and the lights in elaborate and confusing patterns. I spent a lot of time turning taps off in this flooded bathroom but another one turned on in a dark area of this bathroom. In the darkness was a who looked like the withered corpse of the Virgin Mary, staring blindly ahead. I got freaked out and ran out of the bathroom as fast as I could.
The scary part is the false awakening I had: I got up and had a shower, and as I'm having a shower, I notice writing on the glass doors of the shower. I start reading the writing, and it's all very vivid, and as I'm reading, more writing appears. I'm told that the person "writing/talking" to me is a demon from hell to warn me that my soul is in peril, in metaphors (It's a lot to describe so I won't), it told me that a a quarter of my soul was already doomed. There were several paragraphs of writing on the glass door that I read from this demon, and it was all insanely vivid that I thought I was becoming schizophrenic. I was thinking "this must be what it's like..."
Other not-so-important-stuff happened, and then I had yet another false awakening; this time I was in bed and my sister came into the room. Because I was still in a dream my fear was amplified and I really thought the dream-in-the-dream I had was a sign from Hell or something - instead of from say, an angel - and that was really creeping me out, because I just wouldn't want to me communicating with demons of any kind, it was like God had forsaken me or something because I'm pretty sure if there is a god, he or she fucking hates me. Anyway, I told my sister about the dream and she suggested I read the book of "the man you'll never see"; it was a leather bible-looking book, but when I tried to read it all the pages were blank. My sister said that's why it was called "the man you'll never see", and then I heard a voice tell me that an alternative to the metaphor of "the man you'll never see" was that I could have turned blind when trying to view him in the book, but the voice also suggested that I would learn to appreciate life and spirituality better if I was blind (despite my extreme fear of blindness).
And that was my latest dream about getting my shit ruined by demons, I find it especially scary because it's not something I can just un-believe in dreams.
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