Unicorn Onslaught

1. Demons from the Walls

When I woke up I remembered two dreams. Now only one, which is the second part of the last dream.

We are gathered in a house, upstairs, which is a terrace, so outside. We are called there. I feel out of place. Daylight. Building in the middle of the city, surrounded by other buildings. Lucid. Can't remember what happened before.
At some point someone starts talking and I am seeing demons and devils. This seeing is linked to what the person says. At once I feel their presence very clearly, as never before, but when I focus on one, it recedes back into the wall. It is like portraits or paintings, or alcoves in the wall in which these demons appear. One is a buck shaped one, reminding me of Pan and the scapegoat. Ochre, yellows, bricks. He comes out of the wall, a living entity, but can never leave it, when I look at it from where I am, it recedes back into the wall. A few times this. I am a little disconcerted by it.
In a later stage, not much later indeed, I think through what the person is saying our mind is projected to one of those portals, opposite of the buck and this place has much room, but for now it is a portal. There is a steep hill, meadow, lush. On the hill is a herd of unicorns, all white and young and very pretty and real. And they are slaughtered, one by one they die, are killed. I look at it and don't know what to think. The only think I can think is that I am relieved some of them still survive. But I am also trying to accept it, which means I am thinking: if this is what is happening, then that is what it is.
The unicorn onslaught felt like a personal attack. A sacred space violated. That is about where the dream ends.