Virtual Bank Line
13-Sep-06
Let’s see:
I was in a group of people travelling somewhere to fight demons, and we needed to re-pack our belongings for some reason.
I was the Chosen One (a la Buffy), walking on a street towards the love of my life, while legions of undeath (not undead, but undeath) lined up behind me, ready to make my life a living/unliving hell, but also forming a procession as I moved forward. As I marched towards him, I called out to the world that I was the Chosen One, the Bringer of Death to Undeath, etc. etc., and I was coming to claim what was Mine.
In the same horror-genre dream, I was or witnessed a woman who was very pregnant with demons. Multiple. They had turned her body into that sticky slimy ichorous you see in the Aliens movies a lot. She took an automatic weapon and shot herself multiple times in the belly to kill whatever things were breeding there. But she missed at least one, and it erupted out of her. Then, it used her still-living body as an incubator for the others that she had missed, including one that it intended to mate with. She saw at one point as it carried males of one of the demon species into a special room or area to grow into some really monstrous horror.
It occurred to me that the Hellmouth really couldn’t have been so depopulated that there was this much vacancy for demons. But I supposed it was.

