Last night, I dreamt that I was attempting to keep a demon from breaking through a wall from another dimension. I was in a small white, featureless, empty room, performing some ritual. The demon's presence could be seen on one of the walls as a large black splotch with tendrils of inky darkness floating off of it.
The process of keeping the barrier up was becoming incredibly trying, and the dream was getting more and more stressful. People kept checking up on me, but no one would help. I wasn't sure I would be able to hold it back.
At almost my breaking point was when Steven Tyler came running into the room, hands on either side of his head, index fingers pointing up like horns. His gait was wide, kicking his legs out like a Monty Python sketch. His tongue was sticking out and he was shouting, "blaah, blaaah, blaaah."
He ran right into the barrier wall and as it burst open in a blinding flash of light, I thought, "I'm done, I don't need to deal with this," and forced myself to wake up.
I missed the lunar eclipse, I guess.