The dream began as I entered the main room of a church where three other women and their grooms were also getting married. As we waited our turn to walk down the aisle, we stood on mats of construction paper which children had drawn pictures of people and families on. When it was my turn I walked down the aisle and stood at the front on a stage, looking out at the pews of people. I glanced over at my soon-to-be husband, a smiling man with short hair and a black tuxedo. The priest began to speak when suddenly I was thrown across the room. I landed against a wall, behind some chairs, and all I could see were three long, bleeding, scratch marks on my shoulder before my memory cut out.
Next thing I knew, I woke up in a chapel-shed inside the storage room of the church. There were three soldiers around me in shiny armor. One was a young man with dark skin and a shaved head and the other is a man around the same age with pale skin and blonde hair the color of corn. There was also an older man with a reddish-brown beard ad longer hair. Their facial expressions told me that they were displeased, and almost seemed to be withholding information. They quietly told me that I was actually a demon and I was the one who crashed the wedding and killed the guests. It was news to all of us. They spoke as if to someone who was once much esteemed and now wasn't allowed to be held in that regard. The older one told me I had to leave the church now, so the younger ones escorted me out. I stopped to put on a pair of orange socks because I didn't want to go outside barefoot. They grew impatient as I took my time putting my socks on. After I had one sock put on, one of the Templar soldiers put a hand on my shoulder and said, "I think the church is more important than your socks." It was as if my very presence was insulting to the image of God and the safety of everyone within the church.
Naturally, I went home to find that my family had gone insane and the world was making no sense. I had no idea where my fiance was, but I somehow knew he was alive. I packed a single bag full of belongings, and sadly decided I would run away and keep myself away from everyone so that the world may be safe from me. Oddly, I noticed that my car was floating above thee tree in the front yard. The lights inside were on and the doors on the right side of the car were open. I felt this was odd and might have been a trap, so I cautiously floated up to the open passenger side door. No one I knew would have had any reason to hurt me, except maybe now there was the cause that I was a demon. I looked under the car and above the car, convinced no one dangerous was nearby. I started getting into the car when someone appeared beside me and threw me to the ground from the floating car. It was the figure of a man, wearing all black from head to toe so that not a single inch of his skin was exposed. Even his weapons were black as night, and he never spoke. My memory cut out again.
This time when I awoke, I was lying on a cool leather couch. There were at least ten more of the same man, wearing all black with black guns, in the room. It seemed that the more of them there were, the more disoriented and close to death I felt. On the couch across from me sat a woman drinking tea. She was clearly pregnant and gave off the mastermind vibe. She knew exactly what was going on and began explaining it to me. However, I couldn't seem to focus on what she was saying. I felt like a caged animal in the household and something inside me was clawing and scratching the insides of my head. I had to get out. In the middle of the mastermind's explanation I got up and headed for the door, pushing the guards out of the way. At first they seemed to have n idea what to do, panicking somewhat. I reached the doorway, having one foot out before I was shot in the back of the head.
