"I Don't Need Saving"

I dreamed that I was exorcised. It was so strange (like most of my dreams). I was… at mom’s house, I think, and Izzy was going to exorcise me. I told him that he was crazy, that I was fine. I was fine. I didn’t understand what it was that made him believe he had to exorcise me. The simple fact that he was the exorcist was strange. Who would have thought? He was all decked out in his torn jeans, his black, band t-shirt, his black boots, his long hair, and his chains, but he didn’t listen to a word I said. He said that he was going to save me, and he was going to get rid of all the demons. I was in disbelief about it. I thought it was ridiculous. I kept telling him that he was being crazy, and that I was fine. I wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. At this point, I was sitting on the floor, looking up at him. I told him to look at me, and listen to me, and that he would see that I’m as normal as ever. He then threw holy water at me. I put my arms up to keep it from splashing on my face, and, to my surprise, it burned! It actually stung. It was eating at my soul and sure enough, demons were released from my body. I focused on the pain in my arms, but I was completely surprised that the demons were in me at all, and that I was not aware of them. Izzy saved me. How fucking weird is that?!