Labryinth of the Onion Monster

I failed to give mention of one of my disturbing lucid dreams the other night... in fact I fail to give mention of them because they are so real that I feel I must keep quiet about them...

Anyhoo... this one was rather interesting... apparently, from the little I can now remember, I had committed some 'crime' of some sort and was being led to my 'sentence'... I was making a lot of comments on the line of, "Oh really, what have I done wrong? This is a dream, you know..." but unfortunately these captors had more 'dream force power' as I like to call it... because I could not, (as I usually do) use my willpower to cut holes in the walls or pass through them to escape...
Anyway, I was placed into a 'labyrinth' and was told there was an 'Onion Monster' that I would have to defeat or be killed by... I scoffed at this, "Pfft... Onion monster... you dream people are so creative!"
Again, moving on... this is where it gets interesting... I arrived at this 'labyrinth', and it was just this empty high-school gymnasium... after a little alone time, people started coming out of doors on the north wall... totally out of their wits and blabbing about how they were so sorry etc... one girl was crying and furiously writing things on a paper... I asked her if she was talking about God or something... and then I realized these people were coming out of the labyrinth through those doors... and so I went in...
It was a disturbing confusing place... a surreal maze of small stake center hallways... men's bathrooms and high-school/stake-center gymnasiums... it was very creepy... as there were people madly rushing around this place, many of whom were dopplegangers of Mr. Pepper, my high-school chemistry teacher... I often hid from sight from a few of them who had a certain violence in their eyes...
each hallway had a pull-open latchless door to a men's bathroom (complete with sign on the front) and a door to a gymnasium on the right... the men's bathrooms had a locker area in them, and a door to a gymnasium... and then the gymnasiums had a door or opening to a hallway... each one was unique and like no other...
Apparently many people shared my fateful punishment... and had learned to live a half-life within this labyrinth, avoiding the 'Onion Monster', and then I surprised myself with my determination... I confronted many of them and demanded to know where the Onion Monster was... I was not going to frolick about like they... I would either die fighting this thing or emerge victorious... they were surprised at my willingness to fight it, and tried to persuade me otherwise, telling me it was too powerful...
I had no fear of course, I've suffered so much in my dreams before that I was not worried for any grief this thing was going to cause me...
At some point I felt I should have a weapon, and picked up an empty plastic paper binder from a pile of them, I think mine was black... I decided a metal folding chair would be better as soon as I found one that wasn't being used...
The dream came to a close as I was walking from a gymnasium where some older people in church clothes were closing a meeting... and were heading towards the same hallway I was moving through... suddenly my legs locked up and I had to somehow crawl to move... I made a comment how annoying it was that sometimes in dreams my body reverted to the paralyzed state of myself wherever I was sleeping... and then somebody kicked me in the shins...
I turned suddenly with a Doom Judge conviction and pointed and shouted, "Who did that!?"...
Those behind me stepped back in fear and pointed to an old woman with a evil grin on her face... I became very angry and pointed at her and said, "Curse You!" with this odd echoing growling deep voice... sounding like a monster myself... a voice with many voices...
She acted as if she'd been shot in the head and then melted from sight...
I got up then, free to move... and then asked people again where the Onion Monster was...
then suddenly I got the feeling that the old woman might have been the Onion Monster in disguise... and that perhaps all the people in this place had been 'layers' of it...
and then I asked somebody, as a new idea came to my mind, as I thought about the church architecture around the place... "is this some sort of ploy by my subconscious to scare me into believing in God again? - Hahahaha... it isn't going to work! It's just too ridiculous!" and then some lady shouted angrily at this and I woke up...

I was saying, "Stupid stupid dream..." and then I came back to the 'real world'.
I think I've offended my id somehow in the past... well tough! It's just going to have to learn to adapt.