It's been ten years, but my mind still obsessively wanders back to this dream. Background, I'm not religious, did not grow up religious, but I did later go to a Christian college several years after this incident. No spiritual background whatsoever.All interpretations are appreciated. Just curious to see what others think.In my dreaming state, I remember being on the good side of the neighborhood, at this park. Sunny day, little clouds. I was about to play kickball, not sure who with. As I was lined up and running to kick an incoming red ball, the ground began to shake in a snake like motion. I somehow ended up on the sidewalk, laying down, looking up at the sky. This unknown voice, maybe male, somewhat calming and full of wisdom, began to speak to me from the sky. Shapes in the clouds began to turn into faces, presenting intricate details such as wrinkles and horns. I was being introduced to demons, names, something about legions or rank, and their faces forming in the clouds before me.I wish I took to writing down the details immediately after waking from that dream, but alas, that is all I can remember roughly a decade later.