In an indoor space with quite a few people, like a smaller auditorium, it wasn’t too crowded.

For some reason—like something that needed to be handled personally, or like some passive skill had unexpectedly activated and I had no choice but to learn—I needed to learn the skill of exorcism. A few people were learning with me, and Ruowen (yes, the second time she appeared in my dream, the first time I was a bystander, but this time I was a participating student) taught us a dance for exorcism. The steps were similar, repeated three times, but the gestures were slightly different each time. After completing three cycles, it was considered complete. I was terrible at it, already struggling with using both hands and feet, and then I had to chant a mantra.

One man, watching us practice, was laughing. I retorted with a curse (or a gesture involving a curse, I don’t remember exactly).

The scene shifted to someone with a mentor role speaking to me, asking if I wanted to open my yin-yang eyes (basically that type of thing). They explained that once opened, I could handle things, but the downside was that once opened, I would see everything—both good and bad… Another option was not to open them, still allowing me to handle things, but without being able to sense the progress (whether everything was cleared or just a small part).

I don’t remember which option I chose, but the scene moved on.

At some point, I woke up. The dream was quite terrifying (though it seems a bit funny in my retelling), and it was so creepy that I turned off the night light and switched on the main light before going back to sleep, and the dream continued without interruption.

Back in the small auditorium, I got into an argument with a woman. She felt strange to me, and I also felt this inexplicable emotion that didn’t seem like something I would normally feel—it was more like a foreign emotion rapidly spreading from my heart.

I told her, “I, an autistic person, rarely initiate conflicts with others.” Meaning, she was really bizarre too (now that I think about it, in reality, I don’t have autism, so I don’t know why I said that in the dream—it felt like it was meant to provoke her?)

The back-and-forth kept escalating my emotions, and in the end, I said, “You make me feel… extremely uncomfortable.” These words were spoken through gritted teeth, and usually, when I speak like that in a dream, it means I’m actually talking in my sleep in reality (based on experience). Right after I said that, her face began to twist and she started vomiting, spitting out a bunch of yellow, sticky pasta resembling penne. (What the heck?)

And then I woke up, with my throat feeling really tight from forcefully speaking.