The next scenario had two humans. A lady I want to say was my mom but doesn't quite look right to my awake brain and someone else who was very scared. My mom was setting up a circle of sorts, with eight candles of different color on the circumference. Between the candles was a flammable powder, and this flammable powder also reached the inside of the circle. She lit the candles and made a grand speech about how when she was a child she was also afraid of monsters, but she learned that they were afraid of light and wasn't scared anymore. (upon the last part of her speech, she dropped the match. All of the flaming powder was alight with fire that didn't hurt, and the candle flame climbed higher.) The lady smiled proudly until he opened the door. He didn't snuff out the candles, nor dim the powder's light. He engulfed the entire room in an inescapable black where nothing could be seen, nothing could be heard. My voice rang out again, "Yes, that's it! That's why I was so scared of him. When he arrives, everything stops. No background noise, no shimmering colors." Just nothingness. I don't know what happened to those people, because he did not tell me their fate.
The dream's last scene was Sonic (from the game series Sonic) playing golf on this strange, kind-of floating, purple-and-green bicolored terrain. Everything was chill until Sonic did a jump-spin, triggering him. I have the brief memory of seeing a face (it looked like Jack from the Roblox game Doors) and remember seeing text/hearing a voice in my head. "You came back." It was him. But I wasn't going to listen to him, not after seeing the pain he brought to people.
I woke up as an act of defiance against him, and immediately wrote this down. At first I thought it could be the World's Worst Creepypasta, but decided instead to just leave it as a spooky dream I had. If you do make a Creepypasta out of this, just give me a heads-up, ok?