There was a party. One attendee was skinny with a goatee and eyeshadow.
By some tech we (or it was) discovered this guy was possessed by the devil. Some sort of ray immobilised them and the devil was extracted (other forgotten dream narrative) The devil was crucified in an old crypt and for later use, was turned to stone. They/he then began to tempt me (or control of my operating system). I refused. They hacked in and installed a new one (or gave themselves access) and rebooted.
The hacker appeared unsuccessful. Incidentally at this stage an R2-D2 unit was hosting the operating system as it appeared the operating system was an artificial reality simulator. Scene of examining control icons and apparently unsuccessful taking of hack in conjunction with pan of Trafalgar in Victoria