Dream About Terrifying Encounter With Creature And Healing By Mysterious Man

I'm back in the single room house I've been dreaming about before. The walls are still covered with the bluish glowing crystal. It starts with me kneeling on the ground in the center of the room. In front of me is the realistic lion carving the man with the long brown hair and beard gave me. I'm not sure what comes over me, but I reach out and pet the figurine like it's a cat. Of course, I get no response because it's an inanimate object, but I proceed to pet it anyway. Curious, I look behind me briefly. The doorway out from before is there, only now it is slightly ajar with the white light pouring in from it. Knowing it is there, I turn back and notice something new catching my eye. It's a vanity desk with a single mirror made of a brightly colored brown wood. Sitting on it is a new realistically crafted figurine. My curiosity gets the better of me and I stand up, intending to go give it a better look to see what it is. However, something gives me pause and I look down at the lion figurine. I almost feel like I'm seeking it's permission to go see it, but I don't sense any response. My mind then rationalizes it's because it's not living and therefore seeking it's permission is a silly, fruitless endeavor, so I proceed to walk forward. However, partway there, I stop. Suddenly, something comes over me almost as if to tell me not to approach the vanity or the figurine. Instinctively, I turn back towards the lion figurine once more in the center of the room. It feels like this sense of warning is coming from it, but it's pose has not changed nor it's expression. Hesitating, I look briefly between the two figurines and decide to keep going but to tread cautiously, to honor the warning the lion gave me. At least, I wanted to believe I was honoring it. However, the feeling of warning grows stronger with every step forward, almost as if the lion is screaming at me to turn back. I do not. I make it to the vanity desk and get a good look at the little wooden figurine sitting on it. It's a lamb in a prancing pose with it's mouth open and an almost happy expression on it's face. At this point, I am confused. What could be so dangerous about an innocent little lamb figurine? I reach out to grab it with my right hand, only to have my wrist violently grabbed by something to the right of me. It forcibly spins me around to face it and I am mortified by what I see. The creature before me is completely naked, and it has both a set of male reproductive organs, as well as a set of female reproductive organs. A true hermaphrodite. It's body looks completely anatomically correct with both male and female characteristics. However, it has a long demon tail that sharpens to an arrowhead tip, and creepiest of all... it has no facial characteristics. No eyes, nose, mouth, eyebrows, not even hair is on its face. It's just a smooth surface from forehead to chin with a pair of ears on either side. Naturally, due to the lack of features on what could be considered as little more than a walking mannequin, I shouldn't be able to read it's emotions. However, I can see plain as day that his thing was enjoying my fear. It wasn’t even angry I tried to take the lamb figurine, it was just enjoying the fact that I was scared of it. I attempt to pull away from it, but it yanks me back towards itself, until my nose is inches away from its smooth surface. In another desperate attempt to get away, I put my free hand on it's shoulder and use the leverage to push off away from it, successfully freeing myself, but acquiring a bruise from the harsh grip it had on my wrist. This creature doesn't seem to appreciate me getting away, so it takes the lamb figurine off the vanity, and it turns into a sword in it's hand that it holds out towards me threateningly. The hilt is black like a dark-colored iron and the blade seems to made out of a glowing brightly-colored steel. At this point, I panic. I attempt to run back towards the lion, but the creature doesn't let me get far and it runs the sword through my left shoulder, missing my vital organs seemingly on purpose. I scream out in agony, especially when the creature pulls the sword out. I grip the wound trying to stop the bleeding, however it feels like nothing I can do will ever stop the bleeding. The creature turns me to face it in my daze, and it runs me through again. This time, it punctures through the arm I'm gripping my wound with and all the way through my sternum and out my back. At this point, I'm coughing up blood and spitting it on the ground. The creature removes the sword again and stabs me through my right shoulder. Any attempt to scream is now quieter. The stab wound through my sternum nicked both my lungs and I'm having too much trouble breathing to cry out too loudly. I know if I overexert myself, I'll suffocate. The creature seems to be enjoying my plight as it pulls the sword out once more. At this point, I'm standing there hugging myself and holding my wounds trying not to bleed to death. However, I can't find my breath and I'm beginning to shiver as my body starts getting cold. I look at the creature and notice it's beginning to grow a mouth, and this mouth had such a sick, twisted grin, that I swallow nervously and take a step back. The creature doesn't let me go and it makes another attack, slicing my throat open in a left to right motion. At this point, I fall back onto the floor as blood fills my throat. I can no longer talk, scream, or cry. I spit up as much blood as I can to make every effort to do so, but it's in vain. I'm a bloody mess and this thing is enjoying torturing me. Adding insult to injury, it stabs me in the abdomen as I try to process what's happening to me. I don't even understand how I'm not dead yet. While it missed my vital organs at first, it was now making otherwise lethal blows, yet I somehow wasn't dead. Now this creature was laughing at me, as it points the sword at my chest where my heart is, but doesn't run me through. Instead, it seems to be pushing me back, and I crawl backwards trying to get away from the blade. That seems to be what it wants, as it's laughter turns more sinister, and it repeats this motion until I'm back in the center of the room lying next to the lion figurine. At this point, the creature seems to have had it's fun and presses it's foot down on my right leg to keep me from running, as it points the sword at my chest. Immediately, I knew what it was saying to me. It had spoken now words, only cackled at my plight, but knew exactly what it was saying to me. It had given me a chance to escape, but I was too weak to make it due to all the damage it did to me. It was showing me how weak it saw me, and now it was going to prove it. It uses the tip of the sword to press my body completely flat on the floor. My eyes glance at the bloodsoaked blade as it rests there, then I look back at the creature. The smile on it's face fades and turns into an evil frown that growls menacingly as it retracts the blade for a final blow. I don't know what came over me, but my hand instinctively reaches for the lion figurine to my left, and I give it one last stroke down it's back to pet it. Just then, the lion figurine rolls over, takes a pouncing stance as it grows into a living breathing lion, and attacks the creature. It bites it's sword wielding arm and rips it off, throwing both away. The sword turns back into a lamb figurine and the arm itself evaporates into thin air. After seeing that, I sit up enough and watch this now living lion tear apart the true hermaphrodite. Every piece the animal rips from its body evaporating the moment it separates. However, like me, the lion doesn't give the creature a chance to scream our for help, hut it didn't toy with it either. The lion just killed the creature, tearing it apart until there was nothing left. Once the creature was completely gone, I smile at the animal and lie down, almost waiting to die myself. With how badly I was torn apart myself, I almost expected to. However, as I lie there resting, I feel someone grab my head and rest me on their lap gently. I open my eyes and look up, rolling over slightly so not to strain my eyes or neck too much to see who it is. It's the man with the soft blue eyes, long brown hair and long beard, wearing his white robe and once again barefoot. My blood stains his robe and I try to move away to prevent it from becoming completely ruined, but he encourages me to rest on his lap and strokes my side to calm me down. Unable to fight back, I obey and just rest my head on his lap like a pillow. If anything is going through my head, it's gratitude that I won't be alone when I die. He strokes his left hand down my neck, and I can feel the hole in his hand as it moves across my skin. Suddenly, I find myself able to breathe easier and I am no longer drinking my own blood. I put my hand to my neck and discover he healed the wound inflicted on me by the creature. Now, the man puts his hands on both my shoulders, and those wounds are healed. Soon after, he gently rotates my body so I'm lying across his lap like a child. He puts his left hand on my sternum and his right on my stomach. Both of those wounds close completely and just like every other place he's healed, no scar is left behind. Something I only just realize as I double check trying to feel for any. The only reason I thought to check at that moment of all times, was because I finally saw that no scar was left behind when he healed the wound on my abdomen. The other places I couldn't see very well, but I could feel them, and this man wasn't leaving any scars. As I look myself over, he gently grabs my bruised right wrist, and strokes it until the bruise is gone. At last, after all of that, he strokes my right arm further down where the creature ran it through and closes the final wound. I gaze at him and realize his entire robe has turned red from my blood. This makes me sad knowing it's stained and no longer white.