I was in a place jeep station of sort. I rode the jeep to go somewhere. There were other options/directions. I arrived in a different area with stores/shops. Someone suggested to me not to rent a store on the second floor because the location isn't good. I was on the ground floor with other people. Atheists? We were waiting for the store on the second floor to open. Or rather, the wood staircase was taken down because they were still closed. NOTES: - Only had around 5 hours of sleep - I've been waking up around 15 minutes before the alarm the last few days.
[If anyone has seen "The Babadook" then you will know that "The Babadook" is the physical representation of one woman's grief after her husband died whilst taking her to hospital to deliver her child. My mother recently died, which is why the Babadook is involved in this dream] The Babadook is about... we realise the only way to defeat it is to show it no fear - to scream threats at it, to attack it with all the ferocity we can muster and not hold back. No sooner have we defeated it than my Dad succumbs to it. He is pinned halfway up a wall, the Babadook is whipping his left arm incredibly hard, until I find I am the one controlling the whip, and putting all my strength into it. A way to counter the Babadook is to do a tennis back-hand serve in the same direction as the whip, which I do. Dad wakes up in the morning with a scar on his wrist which circles all the way around and joined itself. Dad's friends are laughing because Dad doesn't remember anything of the happenings last night because, as he says: "Haha, I must've been pissed!" and everybody laughs because that's what Dad says when he's been drinking the night before.
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