A spirit visited my dream and turned it into a nightmare

We all express that dreams serve to rest our body and mind after an arduous day, some consider that when sleeping our soul detaches itself from the body to travel, but dreams can also be transformed into nightmares for some natural or spiritual reason. This time I will tell how a soul in pain entered and disturbed my dream. Turning my peaceful rest into an exasperating terrifying encounter that I will never forget. It's late and I'm heading down a path to my house, I can feel like I'm being observed by something that disturbs me. I look around me looking for the person, but without any result I continue walking with this feeling so overwhelming, my steps are long and fast, however I want to run but my body does not react as I want, it is only more frustrating.

Without realizing it, I am on the first floor of a building and I am about to go down the stairs when an old man, old, dark, stooped, gray and with a bitter expression who expresses need of help to go down the stairs, I agree with pleasure. , I take him by the hand and I begin to descend slowly with this gentleman next to me, when a woman dressed as a nurse approaches, who observed me crying with an expression of terror and panic. Spontaneously my perspective changes unexpectedly, now I see my body as if it were someone else and I realize that I am hunched and just down the stairs.

This is becoming more and more dark, now I am in the backyard of my house finishing to prune a loquat tree and I go towards my house, for a strange reason I fall. I look back, but I feel a deep desperation, I can see the face of the man who disappeared in the building, causing me to panic for a few minutes while this man looks at me sinisterly I only start to scream, but my voice is not heard, now I can observe my room in the dark and the corridor, as it is seen in reality when it is night. The Lord crawls to my immobile body and I only beg to wake up, but I think it was better to keep sleeping.

When this person is in the center of my body, I wake up abruptly to live an awful moment, I can see this presence falling on my body. I desperately close my eyes and begin to mourn the impact of seeing the spirit and desperate without knowing what to do. I begin to pray with my voice without force to release a consonant, he found me drenched in sweat with a hellish cold, he received coherence for this spirit to move away from the room, when he regrets something that goes to the corridor that is long and dragged as if carrying an unbearable weight. The atmosphere calmed down and after a few minutes I started to catch my breath, I turned on the light to look at the time, it was half past two, and I still can not believe what happened, like I can not sleep because of the fact of returning to remember what happened.