Morbid Mob Ritual Oppression

1. Vampire Church

Me and a few others arrive at a place, big place, mansion, sometimes looks like a church. One big hall. Two levels, like a church, higher platform where the choir sits.

We are mostly on the left side, and first of all on the higher space. This is where you can watch and wait. If you participate, you go down, on the dancing floor so to speak. A lot of people have gathered. Between the high and the low are a few steps, stairs. People gather like they do for a gig, at the moment not much alive, because the event has not started yet. And they are rough people, but also young people, so it must be a metal concert, or gothic. Leather jackets, bikers, and so on. Mostly men indeed, though at least one girl is in our group. We were not prepared for this in any case.

Maybe Candlemass will be playing. Something like that.

There are two men guiding the whole thing, leaders, and they have a few people underneath them in the crowd to manage all. They determine everything, the whole show. They are in the middle. One person in particular, he is like a showman or guru.

We join. If we want or not, we are dragged into it. This chief takes one of us, maybe the girl, or maybe a good friend of mine (so in the dream, I don't remember anyone I know in this part of the dream). He takes him in the centre of the floor and with the help of a few people starts to bind him. It is all weird stuff happening. It is dark and churchlike, gothic like. Our friend is being hanged. He get strapped in cloths, like for bungee, and the colours white and green are used. Most of it goes around his neck, so people think he will be hung by the neck and die for real. I have no fear. I see that they bound him underneath his armpits, so he will be held by his arms, but still it is dangerous, and I don't think this is right. Ropes. I still let them.

Then he is pulled up, so he hangs for real. What the chief does is much like torturing him. And it has been his intention all the way, which means he has no good intentions for any of us present, all the people are sacrifices or victims. The crowd goes wild, maybe this is what they want to see.

The leaders are members of a gang, or maybe maffia, this is an underground thing. Maybe Vampires.

After this first session, we are all at leisure, free time, we have time to walk around, and I go to the floor and walk around, from the left side, clockwise, and admire the architecture, which is exactly like in a church, only the plan is not like that of a church.

In the meanwhile, the leaders start to look for a next victim. I know they have their eyes on me, but I try to avoid them as much as possible, which works well, until I almost got to the higher ground again. That is where they stop me. The first time they ask I resolutely refuse.

They have a new contraption ready, not really in the centre, more to the side of the higher ground. This is made of human skins. And the person will be held between the skins and mid air. I don't want to be sandwiched between that. Not at all. This is morbid. They will hang the person in this, and they want to hang me. I really don't feel like it and they can't force me. I can see very well that if I don't cooperate, they can't force me either way. So I am in my right, and I escape this fate. Then I am back on the higher level.
When I walk around and realize it looks like a church, I see the corners in particular and think of this as Enochian rite come manifest.

Maybe a cafe, later, or a refectory, or a library.
Same place, looks different. Now it is filled with Indian people. They are preparing for a rite. Same division of the room. I want to join right in. And when they start to chant I automatically join them, but after a while I realize I don't know the words, because I try to understand them, think about them. And what is more, one of the Indians is looking at me with a look that says I shouldn't join. Meanwhile, my buddies are on the platform part, and one of the guys continually tries to tell me I shouldn't join. I don't want to listen at first, but after a long while, I yield. This is not my rite. Besides, again, it feels dark and dirty.

Another part in the dream, maybe before the Indian rite, which is outside of this place, there is a courtyard, but all of the people present are lying in the dirt, like they are dead or exhausted, and we seem imprisoned, and at the least we are under the control of a few bad guys. We are crawling in the dirt, there is mud beneath me, I'm lying on the floor. One of my friends is next to me on my left. I am at the side, and in the corner. This is a small space. High walls, one side open, but fenced off. The guards sit on a container in the opposite corner.
Two leaders still, performing a play or something? More to the corner is water or what used to be that, now it is dirt, and dark, and I am so close of it, but I don't want to be in it, let alone touch it.
I keep quite. So I don't call their attention to me. But at the same time I am waiting for the right moment to strike. Something must happen. I know I don't want to endure this, and I won't.
At some point, a ball, or something ball like, is thrown, from person to person, maybe red. I wait for that. This will create an opportunity and I will release myself of the oppression.

After all the events the sky is clear and there is much light, and we go in again, but on one of the upper floors, not the main hall, and we are guided, as in a tour, and get descriptions. Rows of tables, students sit there, young people, boys and girls, and are having their meals there. I wonder whether we should be quite, because this is the library too. All walls are of glass. Maybe a part of the building was ruined, and all the old stone is replaced by glass. A lift is there too which is rather modern. Doors of glass. I still think the young people sitting here are under some kind of spell or are like prisoners, but I'm not part of that. Somewhere deep inside I don't want to be confronted with it and fear to become a part of that again, but I won't allow it. This place is still dangerous. Everyone is brainwashed.
How does one escape a place like this?