The only reason I remember this dream in the small amount that I do is because at one point I got scared enough to wake up. I remembered "That's weird." Then went back to sleep with my heart pounding.

Apparently I woke up in another country somewhere near Africa or the middle east. When trying to get information from the locals I was getting a jumbled mess of stans and clicks. A made up country no doubt. In order to pay my way since I had nothing I got an interview as a truck driver. I had one goal and that was to get home, and the demons were just fuel to the fire. Random occurrences throughout the time I spent there made me raise a few eyebrows. It got to the point where it seemed personal and I needed to ask God to help pave my way in just ordinary situations in order to not end up dead and save the locals. I was very anxious throughout the dream having to literally ask for guiding light and God's power in order to do anything at all, because the 'demon' was constantly trying to take me out. I am not a religious person by any means, but it was somewhat intriguing to have that connection to a higher power, but in gaining it I was also tortured by the other side. I remembered thinking that God was not a miracle maker, but he was merciful in my quest. In my interview as a truck driver I was constantly mumbling prayers to stave off whatever was trying to manifest, and was once again very anxious. The driver was going through the basics when I heard dripping coming from back in the long dark empty trailer. I knew that the demon was looking at me from the darkness as I watched the road. I could do nothing but endure. At one point I made it to a huge sub-station or airport where the demon got militant, attacking anyone and everyone. Turning them into something like a zombie. I had to find my way through the basements and corridors with other people constantly praying for safety and God's shield. The military showed up, just as a precaution but they didn't understand the silent battle I was undergoing to keep everything as normal as possible. I don't remember the specifics but somehow I got home and it turned out that my friends had lost track of me after a celebration of some sort, a mere party to them turned into an unimaginable burden for me. I asked them why they did it and they apologized. That's when the demon started attacking the people closest to me. Possessing the people closest to me like my parents and friends, it became extremely personal. I had communicated in some sorts to the demon throughout my experiences with it, but don't remember what was said or the goals it had. But I feel that it wasn't good, that it wouldn't stop until it was over. Staring down a possessed version of either my mother or my friends I began to lose memory of what happened. Either I had lost, or lived with the demon on my back. Sort of like the lesson the priests learned from and exorcism movie ever, they can stave it off but it always comes back again.

Now I am here writing this down, a little tired and a whole lot of curious. What do you guys say?