A little background info:
I was 16 years old when I dreamed this dream. It has puzzled me for years, although it's meaning and general feeling seemed to align with my life and my spirituality. I am 31 years old now. I was a very curious teenager, rejected all religion and sought to explore the truth for myself through experience and education. I tried LSD for the first time when I was 15 and saw nothing but flames and heard screams??? Why? I wasn't religious, although my mother was, but my father was not, and we did not consistently go to church, so this made no sense to me. Fear, overwhelming fear every time I got high, so I didn't like it, and no one understood my dilemma. Although I did talk to God and pray, something about the brain and human reason would not allow me to make that leap, but I was so spiritual by nature, very sensitive and keen to my surroundings, people's true intentions often reflected to me even when trying to hide them. I was drawn to music so much, I begged for a guitar and would immerse myself in all kinds of music and taught myself guitar. I had these huge fantasies about being a musician and getting my love for it and my talents out there, but very influenced by mainstream media.
The dream:
I was having a normal, random dream driving down our road to our house, no direction, no real meaning, just driving on our road. All of a sudden, everything collapsed and was swallowed by darkness, like a night with no moon and no stars. Overwhelming fear and an evil presence was in the air. I saw a figure, just the outline of a man....he asked "Do you want to come with me, or go back and suffer?" I was terified and although he was inviting me, I sensed the most awful presence, so much so that I woke up shaking and sweating profusely. Never again would I ever have another dream so profound. It was way too real and it extended into my conscious awake life. I woke up feeling like I was in shock, my sheets were even wet from sweat. Very strange, never could figure exactly what the question meant. I thought maybe he was offering my fantasies in exchange for my soul, but that's stereotypical and cliche. What do you think?