Perspective: first person
Lucidity: 2 (completely unaware of dreaming until awake)
Intensity: 3 (engaging and interesting dream)
Emotion: Fright, sadness
Accompanied by: n/a
Senses: Sight, Sound
Colour: B&W
Recurring themes: zombies, possession, faith, Christianity
Fear Factor: 5 (disturbed)
Gore Factor: 2 (gore is implied, not seen)
It was nighttime. I'm not sure if I was at some very large campus, or if it was an amusement park, or if it was a very sprawled out and very new city. It had features of all three, and it was interconnected by a transit system, either a train or a subway system. All the buildings seemed relatively new.
The place was more or less deserted. There were only survivors there, including a couple of older people who may have been professors or administrators.
Some people were being possessed by demons or evil spirits. I was trying to help capture and cure some of them, but they were really insane or something. Some of them were violent, but mainly against themselves. They weren't trying to hurt anyone else. They were just out of control.
At some point, I started feeling weird. A member of my crew turned to me, horrified, and said, "It's got you too". I knew then that I'd also been possessed. I was trying my absolute best to keep from going totally violent, but I could already sense that I was losing my mind. I remember being led to a train and being taken back to some campus building / empty school / empty mansion thing that I'd been to previously in the dream.
There, I tried a self-exorcism. With all my heart, I tried to pray to the Trinity to help me get rid of the spirit. I prayed very carefully and very boldly, calling on the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit, speaking their praises, extolling their strength, and asking very confidently for their assistance in freeing their servant, me.
It didn't work. My faith wasn't enough. This was very disturbing to me, because it meant that I hadn't been as faithful as I ought to have been, and now I was really in trouble. I'd always believed that my faith was simple and rock solid, but now, my faith wasn't enough.
But it was enough to help me gain control over myself. I wasn't cured, but I was able either to incorporate or to control the invading spirit. Still, I was upset, sad and worried that my faith wasn't nearly as strong as it ought to have been.
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