The devil in a box

[DanceoftheHours]

I was walking in either a Target, Walmart, or Safeway and I came upon this Treadmill section where a hobo was sitting. The lights were dimmed and it was pretty quiet, too. The hobo asked me if I wanted something cool, so I said sure. He grabbed a miniature dibbuk-looking kind of box without the grabes on the front (www.dibbukbox.com), opened it up, and put a devilish looking head (red, long black horns, crazy facial expression with flexible black eyebrows) on a stick that was protruding from the base of the box. The head looked glassy and breakable. It started to glow red; he closed the doors, and handed it to me.

Then I was at home and something started talking to me in a deep voice, kind of like Dr. Claw from the Inspector Gadget cartoon series, except not that dramatically deep. Anyway, he was telling me to set him free and he would give me anything, but he would have to use my body for a second. I was thinking to myself, “never give your body to a demon willingly,” so I refused, but in my dream I was feeling compelled to set him free because I felt sorry for him. Throughout the day, I was resisting him because my earlier thoughts were haunting me and he was making me feel uncomfortable. The atmosphere was even scary, although the light shined like a nice day. The next thing I knew, it went from a sunny Sunday morning to a cloudy and windy evening.

The only other part I remember is putting the dibbuk box containing the Satan head on a shelf and closing the doors of the box. I started to guard the box to make sure no one got near it because I was now truly scared of the devil coming out of the box because I wanted to go to Heaven. Then my dad came home and I told him that Satan was in the box and he wanted me to set him free.

He was mad and asked me where I got the box. I told him some hobo gave it to me. I ran upstairs, then I ran back down and my dad is sitting on the couch holding the box with my mom and brother in either side of him. I yelled, “Stop that!” The winds from outside were beginning to pick up and blow through a big window across from where my family was sitting.

Then I woke up, feeling scared, but also lost in a serene daze.
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What does it mean? When I think about it, it freaks me out.

[krichar1]

" he was telling me to set him free and he would give me anything, but he would have to use my body for a second. I was thinking to myself, “never give your body to a demon willingly,” so I refused "


I have had similar dreams with being given a demon/satan inside a box before. If you were raised in a christian home you may have the concept of literal demons trying to take you over... but I think that it could be just some form of christian guilt for doing something you knew was wrong and succumbing to your "demons" in the past.