Vanishing suddenly

<PERSON>-based. I am looking at a sort of frozen image of two people - as a disembodied observer, I can move around and look at this scene from different angles, but time is not moving. Two figures in heavy fur-lined coats that cover them completely. I cannot see their faces, but I am aware the tall one in black is <PERSON>, and the small one in white that he is carrying is Ciel and also myself. I am focusing on the hood of Ciel/my coat - the opening for the face is completely in shadow, and something about the deepness and the blackness of that opening and the fact that the face cannot be seen makes me feel sure he is a demon. I am about to enter a temple, together with three or four friends and family. We are standing around an outdoor sink where you wash your hands before entering the temple, and I am looking around and thinking about the beauty of the entrance. Over to the left there is a separate building that is also part of the temple compound, but not sacred, and when I realize the others have not been there before, I insist we go see it first. There is a line to purchase entrance - which is very expensive - and they do not understand what this other place is, so I explain it to them while we are waiting in line. This building, the McKittrick, was built by an eccentric rich man who filled it with all manner of strange collections over his life. After he died, it was bought by a woman who- (My memory's vague about what I said that woman did, but it was something to do with folklore. Elves were specifically mentioned, prompting a scene change.) Third person, outside that building, it is night now. Three strange-looking figures that I think of as elves are standing around, agitated about something, waiting to execute some plan. (Woke up. Back to sleep.) A friend of mine introduces me to a woman he is in love with - who turns out to be a living weapon sent to kill me. But she herself had not realized that; she was a sleeper agent, some kind of machine, programmed to become a weapon again the moment she saw me. It is painful to watch her personality disappear. I am angry at the people who created her, and also blaming myself for involving both her and my friend. I try to take care of the situation without my friend finding out what is happening. This ultimately ends in a chase scene where I am running from that friend. I go semi-lucid while flying to avoid him. There is a small stand of trees at the edge of the property, and as I reach them, I decide to change scenes; I stop among the trees and focus on the feel of the branches around me, trying to change the scene to a dense forest. When I stop focusing on the feel and look around again, I am not in a forest, but the grass is much taller and the buildings around have vanished, and the friend I was running from flies over my head without seeing me.