I barely remember part of one dream that started normal, but ended freaky/disturbing/a bit scary.
I can not remember the beginning of the dream, I barely remember entering a room in a building maybe, that might have been a classroom; and there I met a husband, a wife, an almost teenage(ed) daughter, a daughter who was just a girl, and maybe a few other people.
I can not remember what happened but at some point we went into another room, which was their house which was connected to the classroom-like room, and they had an attic or partial second floor as well; I might not have been myself, I might have been the older brother in this dream physically but I was myself mentally/emotionally/whatever, but I am not sure.
There was a strange feeling in the house and it felt like something was in the attic-like area, like a spirit/ghost/demon/energy/being/entity/et cetera, and the wife would be drawn up there especially; and she would spent time up there sleeping and talking in her sleep or talking to something/someone who was not there, and maybe she would even partly be possessed or effected/affected/somewhat controlled by whatever lived/haunted/possessed the attic-like area.
I wondered if the wife and husband had a child who died very young in the past, and that maybe that child’s energy/spirit/whatever was in the attic-like area or if the wife was just emotionally/mentally disturbed.
I went into the attic to see who the wife was talking to and to investigate the strange feeling coming from the attic, and the husband quickly came to get the wife & they were going to leave somewhere with their almost teenaged daughter and they wanted me to babysit their young daughter while they were gone; it seemed that the husband and daughters usually avoided the attic, probably, and probably the wife only went up there regularly.
I did not see anyone in the attic but the wife, who was in a trance-like or sleep-like state talking to someone/something that I could not see or talking out-loud, but the husband managed to get her back to a normal state after they quickly left the attic; and they left as the young daughter was probably sleep in another room, and so I walked around the house investigating the strange feelings that I was feeling of something being in the house/attic.
The young daughter woke up and was drawn to the attic, but I did not get to her in time to stop her; and when I went into the attic, she was not herself any more it seemed, it was like she got possessed by whatever was in the attic.
This was not like the effects/affects that the wife had, it was like a full possession, and the young daughter did not even look like herself anymore; it was disturbing was she looked like now, she looked more like an it, and I wondered if it had fully possessed her since she was just a child & maybe children are easier for it to possess.
She/It had white pasty colored skin now with sharp teeth in an evil/scary grin, its eyes were different, it made stereotypical evil/scary deep male-like sounds/laughs probably but I am not sure if it talked or not, and it could move faster than a normal Human.
It freaked me out/scared me a bit, I was mostly worried about the young daughter’s safety and I panicked, and I began to attack it and rebuke it/command it to come out of her; but I had to be careful since it was in her body now, even though her body was a child’s body, it was now tougher & it could move fast.
It ran through the house from me and sometimes I would catch it & rebuke it/command it to leave her body and/or attack it, it would scream or makes sounds of pain when I would direct all my energy toward it while commanding it/rebuking it, and then it would run off fast and start laughing with an evil/freaky laugh when I could not catch it.
I had no idea how to exorcise it from the young daughter and so I started experimenting with rebuking it/commanding it in the name of Jesus to leave her body while still directing all of my energy toward it with my commands, but it still did the same screams of pain and so I was not sure if adding the name of Jesus helped or not (it did not seem to make much of a difference, as expected, but I wanted to experiment with any option that I could think of); and it would run away fast to escape, it was fast.
I was getting frustrated/more panicked fearing for the young daughters life, and I went back to a more violent approach; and it seemed to be trying to get me to the attic, like it wanted to try to possess me instead and/or it was stronger in the attic, and it led me to the attic at some point.
I knew that it was a trap and so I decided to surprise it with a violent attack to distract it long enough for me to get it out of the attic and so that I could get it in a headlock / choke-hold, and so I grabbed a broom went I entered the attic; and I started to beat it with the brush part of the broom, and I grabbed it off its feet by the neck and took it back on the first floor.
I started choking it while commanding it/rebuking it while directly all my energy toward it & I would use the name of Jesus as well to see if it helped any or not again, but it would start talking in the young daughter’s voice & maybe its face would change back to hers begging me to stop, and I would stop; but then it would change back & laugh/grin and go back to its voice/sounds/laughs/screams of pain.
I did not want to kill or hurt the daughter and so I kept alternating between a chokehold and a headlock, but I still felt bad/panicked/worried about hurting her or killing her; and it kept trying to escape, and it probably did a few times.
My commands/rebukes seemed to hurt it, but it would get me to stop or it would escape, so I never got to see what would happen if I commanded it/rebuked it long enough without stopping; and I kept trying to think about possible ways to exercise it from the young daughter, even though I had no idea what it was.
I was worried about harming the young daughter and I was worried about the young daughter being permanently possessed if I did not exercise it fast enough, I did not know what to do, it was a tough situation; and I remember walking around trying to keep it in my headlock / chokehold, and I probably began trying to hold it long enough to see how much rebuking/commanding it could handle without it escaping or without me stopping when it begs me to stop in the voice / face of the young daughter but I woke up accidentally when my panic level got too high probably talking in my sleep (I had my mouth opened & was probably drooling a bit when I woke up, so I probably did talk sometimes when I was sleep during this dream).