I don’t dream of magic often. And when I do, it usually has signs of the religion playing in. This dream was probably from a week ago or a few days ago.
In this dream, I dreamt of being a visitor to someone else’s carnival or fair. It’s all well in the beginning. I’m exploring and having “fun” until a man approaches fear stricken and pleading for help.
I step up and the exorcism begins. Rooms are not so much possessed, but over taken by evil spirits and evil angels- demons.
Basically, my oldest sister, who moved out a couple months ago, appeared and four of us end up exorcising these spirits. Mostly, it’s me saying “Hasa hasa, [enter cheerful words]”. I’ll be the first to admit; this is strange.