" I was in a house. In the dream it was my house, but in reality, it looked more like my grandparent's house than mine. I had just found out that my friend [T] had died, as well as my oldest dog [V]. I went on Facebook and tried to look at [T]'s profile from a laptop on our couch, and it showed her profile picture and in the bottom it said that her profile had been deleted since she was now deceased.
The entire morning and day I was crying hysterically all over the place. I yelled at my mom later, asking why she wasn't crying since her dog was dead. She said she had cried, but since she's had pets die before she had basically gotten over it already. That was the only time I saw her in the dream. After that, she wasn't present. Instead, [K] (one of my characters) was there, but he was a slightly older version of himself... he was about 20-23 years old, and his voice was slightly deeper.
When it was dark outside, we sat on the couch and [K] talked to these two strange men that were there. One looked like he was from a cult, and was some sort of demon (but I didn't know that until later, and he looked just like a human underneath the robe even though technically I didn't know that in the dream, but what I could see of his face was human). He wore a dark black robe that covered his entire body and his face. You couldn't really see anything but his mouth, which was a straight line. His hands were always hidden under the sleeves of his cloak.
The guy with him looked similar to [K] but they obviously weren't related; this guy's hair was a light brown-blonde color but was shaggy and in a style similar to [K]'s. His eyes were green, and unlike the demon guy, he was dressed normally and seemed like a normal person. The only thing was, he was always behind the demon guy, holding his hands down, kind of restraining him although it didn't look like the demon guy was struggling with anything as far as I could tell. I just thought it was odd how this guy was always behind him, holding down this demon guy's hands that were under his cloak.
A little later, [K] and I were sitting at the dining table which was strangely in the room by the front door, and it was the only thing in the room. The front room with the door had white tile. This part of the house resembled my childhood friend [A]'s house's entryway, except without the furniture. I looked next to me and [K] had gotten up and left the room for something. When I looked back at the door, the second guy was standing there, kind of smiling at me in a twisted way. I felt like something was wrong... something was missing. Then I noticed he wasn't behind the demon guy, restraining his hands. I felt a presence behind me but didn't bother to turn completely around. When I turned my head to look in front of me again, I saw [T], sitting in a chair, whispering something to me urgently. I couldn't hear her, so I quickly leaned closer and asked, “What?†I was feeling a bit too confused to ask why she was there if she was supposed to be dead.
Then I heard her whisper, “He has a knife.†Apparently she couldn't speak above a whisper at all, and no one else could see her or hear her.
I saw a shadow out of the corners of my eyes, and the demon guy's hand was there, trying to strangle me with his left hand while his right hand held a knife. I managed to jump out of my chair and keep his hands away from me (which was hard because he was behind me) long enough, when [K] came bursting in the room and ripped the demon guy off me. He made the second guy restrain the demon guy's hands again.
Later I was in the couch room again, talking to [T], asking her questions. Yes, she was a ghost. No, she didn't really know anything else. But we were talking, me in my normal voice, and her in her little whisper she had to use, when I felt the presence of the demon guy behind me again. That's when I woke up. "​
