Screaming or howling

Created Thursday 19 April 2018 Dream 1 - X and the Demon Hospital The visuals were dim and blurred, but clarify over time. I falsely awaken in bed. Somehow, I was already aware. I roll off the bed, only to awaken. <PERSON> back in. This repeats three times before I am fully anchored to the dream. I float outside the house to a much different environment. In place of my neighborhood was the wide cement courtyard and walkways of a building complex. Circular steps lead to a ditch below, of which contained a large fountain. It was a somewhat busy night, given the number of passerby's around. On a whim, I charged energy as per Megaman X, from which I could shoot out X-Busters through right-handed punches. Then, I tried imagining my being clad in his upgraded armor, but only got his base equipment. Still, not bad. In any case, I could now shoot projectiles with each of my hands, and with far more explosive charges to boot. This trial run was soon cut short by a swarm of hostile bystanders, no doubt angry over my recklessness. I was not planning on hurting anyone (purposefully, anyway), so I fled to a nearby building. Now, I was in a hospital, rushing from the lobby and into the furthest room in the most apparent hallway. On a desk, I found reports of a nefarious plot. Turned out the people there were in pursuit of something called a 'death formula'. This research partially involved binding demons as unwilling subjects. The "Big Pharma Conspiracy" are not got nothing on this! Suddenly, a number of guards burst into the scene. I managed to hide under the table in the <PERSON> of time. Just as quickly as they arrived, they would left. From what I gathered, some other (non-medical) alert had the staff preoccupied, forcing a lockdown to the facility. Curious, I snuck around to find out more. Eventually, while searching a conference room, I was forced to hide under a table, lest some passing guards spotted me. That is when I saw one of the demons, or rather, a demoness, a statuesque woman with gleaming obsidian skin. It seemed these demons were invisible to most people, given the lack of reaction from the guards at the present one. The spirit approached one of the men, then literally paralyzed him through an an affectionate kiss. That was a good time as any to run. Lost lucidity after that. Things get unclear. There was something about playing an RTS with a supposedly underpowered cave-man faction. Then, something of my getting in a dialogue with an unnaturally intelligent little girl on the topic of hereditary traits, and their effects on an individual's place in society. Do not recall anything else until the dream ended. Scrap Group 1 Watching a Halloween episode of the Simpsons. Homer, <PERSON>, and <PERSON> were being chased around by a pack of ghouls, one of which looked very similar to <PERSON> himself. When cornered, the ghouls revealed that they were simply going to offer some gourmet food. After everyone ate, the monsters noted having fattening the men up for a real meal. Cue horrified screams while fading to black.