Yet the pleasure we partake in; was caused by the fanged grin

I had an odd nightmare just now.

I think I was in a shopping mall of some sorts with someone. My friend was possessed by some spirit and she was starting to run up and down the escalator, which is something very much unlike her and saying disgusting things. I think I grew desperate and held her tightly in my arms, so I chanted aloud some Islamic verses from the Quran (which is weird… because I think I’ve forgotten most of the verses).

She appeared to be fine for a bit, so I assumed those verses worked, and stopped chanting them. I saw to her that she went home safely, but on the way back home for me the spirit kept appearing in many different forms. I passed a bridge which I’ve always passed by each time I go home, and saw old friends there, waving and smiling at me like everything was as usual… but they began saying hurtful things, saying that I never saved them and slid off the bridge like it was nothing, jumping off it, every single one of them. The glint in their eyes told me that it was the spirit possessing them telling them to do so, as though the spirit had this grudge on me, and I was crying and helpless and unable to make them stop. Their bodies made disgusting sounds as it hit the road below them, and there were cars underneath, passing by quickly, I heard the sounds of bones breaking.

I went off the bridge and walked on the road to see them, helplessly trying to piece their bodies together, walking down the streets and crying and no one seemed to care, and I knew that there was going to be someone after me for me being the cause of their deaths. I was searching for a police department to turn myself in, I think that was how desperate I was.

Then I woke up