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Wow. It's definitely been a while, but here's a dream worthy of being recorded.

It started off all normal, and I was an office worker, best friends with one of my male coworkers. He had a crush on one of the girls who worked there, but never had the guts to tell her. On the way to lunch I gave him beef about how he literally carried me around on his side all the time, and yet he couldn't just simply ask her out. It made no sense to me, but he was shy. Finally we got seated for lunch and were talking about random things. Then my complimentary mint shake randomly disappeared from the table. So I asked the man in front of us for his, since he hadn't even touched his. He turned around with a look of shock, but not just simple surprise. He looked lost, and in his left hand was a clump of hair that had lost its luster. He let me have his shake, and my best friend asked about the hair. I remembered that the man's wife had died very recently from having fallen an hit her head. Before my friend could finish his question, I promptly answered him, confirming that it was his wife's hair.
Then somehow my dream transitioned into us watching a movie with some friends. The movie was the recent one coming out called The Cabin in the Woods. We were late, and I filled him in on the basics of what had already happened. However, being a dream, the movie wasn't accurate. We were with a black guy (not being racist. And no, he didn't die first. We just kind of abandoned him for being stubborn.) in a mansion. The place was beautiful, but had a funereal aura. Through some exploration, the black man found a secret stair way to a basement. On the way down we all saw strange things. Two life size puppets, a man and a woman. The woman one disappeared shortly after us seeing it. And then we saw a priest, and a miniature altar. He saw us and pleaded with us to leave immediately. Ever since the murder, strange things were happening, and ignorant guests should leave as soon as possible. The black man refused, however, claiming that he would not leave until this murder of an apparent relative was solved. Some in our group wanted to leave, and then my best friend, who had turned into my real life boyfriend said, "Too late." And officially, the movie had become our reality.
I heard talk of directions, and saw a van from a sky view, cutting through traffic and grass, and I thought it was us in our desperate attempt to leave. Finally, the van came to a halt, and a news crew was stunned at what they found. The driver, a woman, was hanging in the top of her car by her limbs, and her head was facing forward. There was nothing trying her like that. She was just stuck that way, and dead. The bottom of her car was spatially distorted, and there were rows of men in the same position. All dead. Mostly soldiers. They simultaneously turned their heads to stare at the news crew with lifeless eyes. Then the dream shifted to the hidden basement, but a deeper level. There was a row of dead people strung up, and a sort of channel below them, like a draining channel. Although only hung by one part of their body, they were all holding the exact same pose, like the people in the van. And the scene changed to show a man's hand, and a baby in a fireplace that looked exactly like what we had thought was the miniature altar the priest stood in front of. The baby was large and fat, and hanging by cords like some twisted marionette. The man's gloved hand held the cords. Then blood poured down onto the baby, who began to cry, and it leaked out of the fireplace, washing down the pure white painted bricks.
The group of us who decided to leave asked the priest to help our friend a little before we left. He agreed, but it had to be in a different place. They chose the nearby park. He started some ritual, and one of our girls became a medium for something. She started telling him things that she saw. As my boyfriend and I arrived, I happened to look out on the road and see a woman in her van, in the same hideous pose. Then people started to gather around us, mostly women. I saw the dead people in the basement change pose and begin to swing back and forth. The youngest boy in our group started to do so. And then the women around us started to. I growled. A growl I'd never heard before, or been able to produce. It was high pitched and protective; a warning. The possessed people seemed stunned for a moment. Our boy seemed to snap out of it. So I growled more, and more, turning to all the women around us, looking at them, daring them to even move. After a few moments, their minds returned to them.
My boyfriend grabbed me and began running to a building that was near. On the way I told him with surprise and pride that I never knew I could do such a thing. In front of the building's doors were young women, about our age. They grabbed us and tried to seduce us. I pushed the one away, and she bit my hand as my boyfriend pulled me toward him. In the first room, there were two more like the ones outside. I fought one off, while my boyfriend simply seemed to plow his way through. Then we got separated, and both of them were one me. I screamed for him, and seconds passed until he returned. He pulled them off me and told me to come with him. Our hands pulled apart again and I had one of the two girls on me. I somehow overtook her, and killed her. Then she hung there in the horrific pose. My boyfriend came back, this time having been gone almost a minute. He took longer to come back when I called. I stared at the body in terror. He told me, "That's what they do," and pulled me with him. Our hands let go again, and the second one started moving. I grabbed a knife that I saw on the table and slashed at the human puppet. It pulled its own knife, a slightly longer blade. It tried to cut my arm as I held its arm away. Honestly the person was terribly controlled for me to be able to even touch it with a knife more than once. I screamed for my boyfriend. Seconds went by. I screamed again, struggling to keep my hold. He still didn't come. I screamed and struggled. Finally he came and killed the person. He was holding a piece of lingerie and joked about me wearing something like that. I told him I'd keep it in mind as we ran. Then somehow we got separated again. I felt lost. At that point, I woke up.

In my dream, it was my estimation that the baby was that of the murdered relative. I don't know what happened to the black man. After we left the mansion we simply never saw him again. He decided to stay, so we have no idea if he lived or died. And I don't know what happened the rest of the people we were with, or the people in the town at that.