This dream took place at The BP Library and I was there working and at some point I was talking to someone, maybe a coworker of mine, and then our branch manager Mrs. PH got angry with me saying that I was talking too loud.
I actually was not talking that loud, this bothered me somewhat, and I tried to figure out how I could I talk any quieter so I tried to practice and imagine myself whispering all the time.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that I was inside an E House-like house with some of my family during the evening or night, and I was in a room that looked somewhat like the room in the hallway that is closest to the living room.
Someone else was in the room with me at one or more points in the dream, maybe my male cousin ME, and I started showing this person the movie V/H/S.
I am not sure if anyone was with me at this point, but at some point in the dream one or more entities appeared in the room and attacked me or us.
They probably looked like some kind of paranormal and / or supernatural entities who were possibly like maybe not fully formed humanoid mist-like / ghost-like / spirit-like entities who possibly could levitate and fly but I am not sure, but I do know that the leader seemed to be male and possibly summoned the other entities and / or was ordering them around.
I think that the leader chopped me with his hand during the sneak attack that I somewhat dodged but his fingernails or whatever sliced me down my chest to my stomach, and then he backed away as I fought the others.
I am not sure what they wanted but it seemed that maybe they were trying to do a ritual and / or abduction and / or setting me or us up for possession or something, but it did not seem like they wanted to kill me or us or at least not kill us until a certain ritual or something was performed.
I remember them lifting me in the air or something, maybe they tried to hook me on something in the air and / or set me up in a special position and / or they were trying to take me somewhere, but I kept fighting.
I am not sure if I fought them off or if someone walked into the room and they left or if someone walked in the room and helped me or what happened exactly, they either left for some reason or were somewhat defeated, but I can not remember; but I probably worried that they could come back so I doubt that they were destroyed.
After they left I checked my injuries by lifting my torn shirt, the cut down my chest to my stomach was shallow at the chest, but it was deep at the stomach to where I feared that my insides would show or fall out if it tore much further.
This looked and felt pretty real, I could see and feel the skin and fatty tissue et cetera, and the movement of the area looked and felt real.
I carefully held my stomach and moved to tell my mom, I told her about and showed her the wound, and that I needed a doctor to check it now so she walked off to call the hospital and / or a doctor to see who they could take me to.
I doubted they (the doctors) would believe what happened to me, and so I thought up a way to censor my story to sound more believable without lying.
I continued holding my stomach and moving carefully to avoid tearing the wound further, but I woke up.
This was so real that I woke up and carefully checked myself to see if the wound was really there, fortunately it was not there.