something about coming out of the hospital and feeling horrible for what they did to me, then finding myself in a church looking for Psalm 23 in the bible, only to find it to be a book of tables with one side entirely French (can anyone think of famous French grimoires? reference to Eliphas Levi by chance?)

then I'm conjuring/evoking something black, coming from the sky and all the living beings, humans, and animals (especially wolves, I remember things trying to break through windows to come out) come and encircle it...

then they run away

I do not think those living beings were afraid of something in that blackness, but rather, it told them something that is not of my Word, only its very own, and they were running to spread it.