I don't remember a whole lot of it. It was at my mom's house, but not as it
is now, but rather as it was when my dog died when I was 12. There was a
young girl (teenybopper age, about 13-14) and I was sort of like an angel
and there was this demonic being, and we were contesting for which one of
us would have the final say in the path the girl took for the rest of her
life. The contest was very subtle, we were not allowed to overtly control
the girl, but only try to influence her decisions. Of course I had been
losing.

Somehow the girl found out about it. I don't remember that part very well
at all. But since she found out about it the rules changed and now the
contest was more direct. I can't remember...anyways. The girl was no longer
a part of the conflict except as she chose (that was part of the rules).
We finally decided that we would have a contest of wills, we would meet
and sit at this huge round table and after that there would be no more
between us. The girl was going to help him.

A lot of things happened to interfere with my showing up on time to the table.
Then I found out that for it all to work I was required to give some blood.
I thought at first it was two quarts and that made me worry if I would still
be able to win (my adversary did not have to give any blood). Hm, there
was more to this part too but all I remember is a wicker basket big enough
for a child to sit in. I later found out all that was needed was a pint,
and I thought "Oh, then, that's not a problem." Hm, I think I had
misunderstood the part about the blood, it didn't necessarily have to come
from me (it was used to bind power into the ritual struggle or something
like that). But once I said that, then it did. It was through things like
this that the demonic guy gained his advantage.

Finally all was ready, but I went into the bathroom first and found out the
toilet was overflowing. I started to clean it up, but worried that they
would think I was a coward, because now I was late. He came in behind me and
he did ask if I was trying to avoid facing him.

The last thing that happened before the alarm went off was I sat down at the
huge round table, two seats to his right, and we were about to begin. The
girl sat to his immediate left.

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I woke up PUMPED on adrenalin. I was so disoriented I almost fell out of
bed (this is *bad*, I sleep in a loft). I thought my heart would burst.
Man there are so many undertones to this dream. I do tend to overestimate
my abilities, like with being able to lose blood and win. And what's with
that? I would never agree to forfeit my *blood*! The two people, who were
nameless, did not resemble anyone I have ever known. And my parents weren't
there, though my mom's presence was felt (because I knew she would be upset
if I didn't fix her toilet). ahh. blah.