The Dream of the Satanic Pasadena Mexicans & the Infernal Winged Night Beast

Several days ago I woke up and found a kleenex inside the paperback book on my nightstand. The summary of the nightmare I'd had the night before was written on the kleenex in blue ballpoint pen.

The setting of the dream is a night in Los Angeles. The overcast sky is glowing from light pollution. Much of the dream takes place in the sky, peeking over the Sierra Madres and beyond them towards a potential sanctuary from the impending horror.  This is one of those astral projection dreams in which one flies from place to place as an unseen observer without a role in the story. At the same time I'm afraid of what is happening. I'm not safe just because I don't have a physical form.

Everywhere in the city there is a pervading sense of dread and desperation. There is widespread fear like the anticipation of an inevitable weather disaster. A concentration of Satanic influence or potency is building to critical mass in the metropolitan area. Dread and unrest turns to panic — the news breaks that some people are attempting to intensify the growing Satanic presence.

In fact, two competing groups are attempting to draw the Satanic influence, each in order to achieve their own dangerous purpose. The rival sects are both Satanic Mexican covens, both based in Pasadena, striving against each other to harness the dark energy. These twin bands of Mexican Satanists have three aims: to call into being the physical manifestation of chaotic terror and horror, to draw this manifestation to their location, and to either control or otherwise direct its power. The physical manifestation of chaotic terror and horror is the Infernal Winged Night Beast.

In the dream it is clear that one of the main hindrances against reasoning with the Mexican Satanists is that they can't speak or understand English. Use of a translator is somehow not an option. The Mexican Satanists are simple folk in gaudy but well-worn outfits and capes, like luchador costumes but without the masks. Meeting in a Mexican restaurant in Pasadena, the two Satanic groups face off in anticipation of their showdown. All of them exhibit open excitement and savage glee. They greet one another in Spanish with sneering and hysteria.

These attitudes contrast with the fearful, common-sense city dwellers everywhere else in Los Angeles. They are evacuating as though fleeing an imminent nuclear blast. As mentioned, I spend much of the dream astrally projecting in the sky feeling vulnerable, watching cosmic storm clouds of looming disaster. I can see thousands of people scurrying in the city below trying to escape calamity.

All at once I am falling out of the sky. I fall inside one of the cars, driving in the darkness, trying to get to the mountains and safety beyond them. The terror inside the car is infectious, but I am glad to be escaping with these frightened people.

Just then my astral self is torn out of the car and forced back to Pasadena. Worse yet, I am drawn against my will to the very restaurant where the Mexican Satanists are conjuring the Infernal Winged Night Beast. In my mind's eye I can see it soaring through the sky with destructive intentions. It is flying to this very place while I wait with the reckless diabolists in their carnival reveling.