I'm unsure how real the dreamworld is, I've had many profound dreams that have helped me digest my internal state but not ones that predict the future or anything external like that. I dont know if its related but I was so full of piss, depression and anger at that age that it basically was my personality. While I proffered angelic/positive/light energy and associations, I never felt good enough to emit it. I drew a picture of myself as a demon giving my sister a reassuring hug because my mom made me into someone who made her cry, and I was angry at my mom about it. (The scenerio was that my mom called her a bitch, and when she came to me for reassurance, I said she was kind of being a bitch. she was very emotional and I felt very bad for making her feel that way, I was quite angry at myself and my mother) The demon in the picture was focused on the picture's observer because I knew my ma would be snooping through my drawing book and I wanted a demon to be looking at her. This was around the time I had lost faith in the church because after reading the Bible, I realized the church was not very Godly and neither was my mother. The demon in this dream was probably a manifestation of all the things that I hated about myself and the world, on top of all my insecurities. I never had a dream depicting a demon leaving my body, but I did experience something in real life that felt really close to that. While I was laying into feminism hard and trying to graduate as a pipefitter, I had my own view of the world and role in it, but even as an adult I couldnt figure out why I was so depressed. I got a roomate who was redpilled as fuck. He had me read Hitler's speech on how woman control the smaller world and men conquer the larger world but it was the first time i heard that speech, and he told me it was written by an unknown author. I told him the guy was saying some pretty brave stuff but he sounded pretty good. He laughed at me and said something along the lines of "PSYCHE! It's not an unknown author, it's HITLER!" I was like, "excuse me but what the actual fuck, Hitler is bad, theres no way I would like something that Hitler said!" He then held my hand down the Hitler, WW2 rabbit hole. We did math together, we learned the history of feminism, and so forth like that. I could feel the conditioning in my bones, while my logical brain could process the hard logic like math and early doctored photos, my body wreched and I felt physically ill watching Hitler's speeches though I liked what he had to say (translated in subtitles). I remember learning the word propaganda in highschool and I asked the teacher for some real life examples and she stifled a laugh, saying she couldnt tell me what propaganda was, only that it exists. Given that my body felt repulsed by reasonable logical information, I felt that my now new boyfriend was right about what and where the propaganda was. It was like he put in a couple missing pieces of the puzzle i'd been looking for and i could see the world clearly for what it was for the first time... which actually made me hit rock bottom emotionally. I was so angry, I felt like I had wasted most of my life with this conditioned ignorance, it was like i could feel the demon in my chest trying to take back control. All the different voices in my head were driving me insane to the point I was hitting my head quite hard against a wall. That's when I made the decision to quit feminism and pursue my God given role. I thought that I should give it a shot and see if pursuing my role as a woman would cure my depression. Lots of people think that having a kid isnt going to solve your problems, but it kinda solved mine, in a way. I rushed into a relationship with this guy and we got (are still) engaged and had a baby during covid because it seemed like the best time to do it. It actually took a long time but I finally have leveled out and for the first time in my life, I dont feel miserable all the time. I cook and clean for 3 men and a Toddler, I do not belittle or emasculate the men and often make gender jokes about women and feminism for the laughs. I do my best to follow God's teachings in the Bible and things are really looking up now. Now there are only two voices in my head, and they work together as a team now. I think there are two voices for most people, the physical body, and the mental mind. TLDR: The redpill and my fiance helped cast out the metaphorical demon that plagued my mind. After what felt like a lifetime, my depression was cured by pursuing my role as a nurturing woman, catering to men who show me appreciation for my hard work and acknowledged my progress as my cooking/cleaning skills improve.