In 1975, as a teenager, I had a rather haunting dream about Anton LaVey's The Black House, the headquarters in San Francisco of the Church of Satan. It is still as fresh to me today as it was 32 years ago. I would like to share it with the tribe, and if anyone wishes to comment feel free to do so.

In my dream, my family took a trip to San Francisco. This never happened, but as with dreams, anything can happen.
My mother and sister went shopping. My dad and brother went off together and I was left to my own needs so I strolled out for a walk.
I soon found myself standing outside a tall, narrow, black house with a pointed roof. It was squeezed between other buildings, and to the left of the front door a narrow, gated walkway ran to the back. I went out into the very sloped street and peered up at the roof where a small black window was located. I sensed something was up there, and a creepiness rippled through me.
The front door opened and a man in black stepped out. He was handsome, though bald, and when he saw me, he was quite friendly.
He invited me inside. I accepted his offer. He was very gentlemanly. I saw the sign before I entered. Church of Satan, EST. 1966.
Inside was another man, younger, dark haired with a moustache. He smiled, but the woman with large eyes never smiled or spoke.
They gave me a tour. One room was all black with red accents, another room was all white, so bright my eyes ached. They called it the room of Purity. I kept thinking of upstairs and soon found myself climbing the stairs which grew more twisty and angled the higher I got, until they became a ladder and I went through a trap door into the attic. I saw the door. It was locked, chained, bolted, very secured. And it rattled like crazy as the 'it' on the other side tried to get out. I didn't get very close. Seeing it vibrate, hearing those drumming bashes, made me retreat back downstairs. Nearing the dark pool below, red glowing faces chanted at me. I edged past and out the front door and no one tried to stop me. Out in the street my brother and dad found me, and said we needed to get back for supper. I walked with them to the car and that concludes my dream.
Over the years, this dream has kept floating around, so being a writer I have decided to incorporate elements of this into the novel series I am writing. I will change it for my fictional story's benefit, but posting this real life dream is a means to giving myself some closure.