so i had this dream last night. i had it the night before too, but not in its entirety. i dreamt that this unwholesomely ancient old man had sent me and my friends to a rotten old house in the middle of trackless expanse of overgrown farmland. he sent us to die. there was a giant demon spider there that he had summoned up (did i mention that this old man was a sort of demon cultist?) and he wanted us to kill it. but he didnt think we could. my dad gave us pistols. i was rifling through the old man's stuff (which was full of insane pornography) and slowly figuring out the whole cultist thing...and i heard my friends screaming. i went into the biggest room and they were all being wrapped up by an 8-foot-long, white, mutant spider beast. i jumped on top of it and stuffed a bucket over its head to keep it from biting anyone, and my friend threw a blanket over its spinnerets. Then my other friend brought me a gun, and i took the bucket off its head and shot it until the clip was empty.
me, my father, and my sister returned to the old man's house. he wasn't there. we went through his shit and found out the whole story. the old man worshipped an insane, H.P. Lovecraft sort of demon-god, inimical to all human life. The old man killed and ate people in its name, and in return, the demon granted him unnatural long life and vigor. We went to his little murder-shack in the woods and decided to run. but he came up there as we were getting ready to leave and invited us back to his house. so we went. then he explained to us why he killed and ate people. he looked so happy as he explained how much he loved the demon and how killing and eating people filled him with joy. then he let us go. but my dad wanted to go back to his murder shack to steal his ladder. he caught us there again and was filled with rage. we tried to drive off but he was fast. he could almost catch up to us on foot. we outran him, then he caught up, then we outran him again. then we pushed him off a bridge down into a river and he still got up and made it back up to us. i was pleading with my dad to go but he stopped for some reason. then, the old man was at my window of the truck my dad was driving. he had a long knife and was trying to stab me with it, but my dad was holding him back and wouldn't let him. finally i took a knife i had stolen from the house with the spider and stabbed him maybe 6 times in the chest. he suddenly looked happy. he reached a hand down to his chest and put his own blood on his fingers. then he reached out and put some of it on my face. he said "now it's in you too." i told him i wouldnt tell anyone about him. he smiled and said something to the effect that as he killed and ate people, so would his god kill and eat him, and the cycle would be complete. he said something about feeling like the lamb, and how it was like being born again. then he walked off, staggering. i'm pretty sure he died from his wounds. but i could be wrong. we drove away. then i woke up.
thoughts?