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I was in some kind of facility, half ghost, half man, flying through this labyrinth of white corridors with security doors, red klaxon lights flashing as doors closed behind me.

I flew out of there, into a vast warehouse full of all sorts of consumer products and a loading dock. I looked at all of it and thought "nah, this shit isn't for me."

When I exited, I was still flying.

Outside were irish rolling hills, the most beautiful countryside you could see, and the sun was either setting or rising, it seemed to hang in the sky on the horizon.

I thought I might explore the hills but turned to my left and saw a vast graveyard, among the hills, as far as the eye could see, even further. I sensed I was dreaming.

There was something important there, but I knew going could be dangerous. That I couldn't come back if I stayed too long, or if I failed to find what I was looking for.

I went anyway.

As I flew through the graveyard, almost immediately I came across a great and deep ravine with steep sides, that opened into the earth, with no bottom. This ravine circled around a grassy hill, and on top of the hill was a scraggly, gnarly dead tree.
I flew closer, and at the base of the tree, set level with the ground, was a 12' by 12' stone slab, an ornate grave, with the face of a lady on it.

Out of the chasm crawled a great beast, clambering up the hill, the entire graveyard covered in smoke or rolling fog, as the sun turned green and the sky dimmed.

The beast's entire torso was a massive skull, bigger than a truck, eyes flaming, and its four terrible limbs, probably ten feet long each, were made of twisting gnarled tree branches, ending in claws also made of tree branches.

It began to smash its self against the giant tomb face at the base of the tree.

And I looked closer and saw in its head a terrible wound, pierced through with a giant wooden sword, or cross.

And in its torso, where its ribs would be, a giant sword made of pure shimmering golden fire.

Without more than a seconds hesitation, I flew over to this beast, and pulled first the beam from its head with my right hand, and then with my left and a lot of effort, the flaming sword from its torso.

A voice boomed "this is saint michaels sword."

I looked at my palms in the dream and they bled.

And then I woke up.

tl;dr don't read or watch youtube videos before bed. The bible (and elden ring) are a helluva drug.