I dreamed I was in some sort of weird parade with my family. Every singly one of them except for me were wearing black robes and we walked all over town. None was talking to me, no my mother, not my siblings, not my cousins, uncles and aunts. They all ignored my questions as we marched.

Our destination was my grandmother's old, rundown house. They must had rebuilt it because once we entered it was like new. A great stone table with vases sat in the middle of the garden.

My mother and sister switch the places of the vases a few times while whispering in some unknown language and soon the table suddenly combusted. Some sort of screetching spirit emerged from the fire and all my family members lined up to make their demands.

Some asked for the death of another person

Some asked for their health to be restored

Others I couldn't make out what they asked because they did so on that same language.

My mother ordered the spirit away and the fire was extinguished just as fast as it started.

I commented that the ritual was some interesting looking shit and asked if I could join. My family, finally dropping their emotionless facade, reacted to this with anger. A LOT OF ANGER. My aunt called me an "infidel" and started shouting to the others in that shit linguo before my mother ordered the others to stay still.

My mother told me that these things were in no way meant for recreational use. I would never be allowed on the family's cult.

However, if I was up to it, they would still have errands for me.