Demon Dream - Round 2

Today I took an afternoon nap while Irv and Lisa were out and Alden was at Kevin's. The dream begins in the house next door, same time and overcast weather as the actual day. The kitchen next door was empty, including the fridge we use for storage, in its place was the old round wooden table and two small chairs that used to belong to that kitchen. Lisa was sitting across from me facing the backdoor entrance into the kitchen, facing East. As we were talking I realized that this was a dream. I remembered that I had, in fact, taken a nap while she was out. I then lovingly reached out to her and tried to explain that I love her, but this is just a dream. I felt a surge upwards as my dream-body began to float away from her, even as I reached to touch her face.

Instead of awaking, the dream fades into another sequence in the same setting, though this time the table was set closer to the center of the room. Sitting at the North end of the table was Lisa again, though this time she was looking slightly downwards at the table, as though absent minded while muttering things to herself. I sat close to her at her right side, touched her arm leaning on the table and asked her what she was saying. She looked at me with malicious eyes that weren't her's at all and continued to mutter gibberish a little louder this. In my inexplicable dream-world understanding I knew it to be a demonic language, out of which I made out the words goetia and ritual or evocation. I was immediately reminded of a ritual I've been planning to do this month, though mundane life has made me forgetful. Today is March 16, 2010, for a while I had planned something for March 15th, even so, I had worked yesterday and upon coming home I was completely sidetracked by the day's activities. The period from march 11th to March 20th marks the calendar days attributed to Andromalius, a goetic spirit I've already employed in a relatively minor matter without any formal ritual. My suspicions that the earlier demonic dreams are connected with this spirit are all the stronger now, as they were in that dream-instant. I pulled away from touching not-Lisa and it vanished before my eyes, I was standing alone in the kitchen looking around, fully lucid. A defiant instinct in me drove to to call it “SHOW YOURSELF, DEMON!” Realizing that I was rashly calling it without any precaution, I closed my dream-eyes and forged a mental circle about me for protection. No circle was needed, it was gone and the scene needed to play out in my unconscious was over. I woke up groggy, just enough to realize real-from dream and went back to napping, vainly hoping to learn more.

Edit: Its important to note that at some point during this dream, I felt power all over my body, that feeling of enlightened rapture covering my sleeping body. Its like prolonged goosebumps, though that description alone doesn't do it justice. It flows from me like golden light radiating from the Sun. I don't remember the exact moment within the dream, I think I first sensed it when waking up from the first layer, but I'm not certain.