The Devil In My Dreams

I don't know how it started, but I was in a bookstore along with a guy who looked like a priest. Then he appeared, instantly recognizable as the Devil. He told the priest that 48 out of 52 people within the nearby area were in stasis, frozen in time, completely unaware of his presence and the ongoing conversation. I was among the 4 people who were aware. I knew what was happening but I was unable to move. The Devil knew that. He taunted the priest to give in to his demands or he would make those who were aware suffer. He approached me and told me to renounce my faith. I didn't, reciting a spiritual invocation in the process. He laughed in my face saying that those things didn't work, that God wasn't real but the Devil was. After all, he was standing right in front of me. Then he said that I would feel pain in my hand. My left hand, specifically the index finger, began to hurt, a stabbing pain that shot from the tip and spread to the rest of my hand. Since I couldn't move, there was nothing I could do. He told me that he was going to change my suffering to something else. The pain disappeared, only to be replaced by an uncontrollable twitching. My left hand kept on moving and twisting and I had to focus to stop it. It took a lot of effort and he laughed at me while he was at it. He then returned his attention to the priest, taunting him again. Once again the priest was defiant. The Devil turned to another person who was also aware and asked her which person she would like to have his or her lips sealed. She gave him the priest's name. A spider appeared on the priest's face and began to spin a thick web on his lips, covering them. I woke up at that point.

I hate my dreams.