One night I had a dream that caused some physical pain. I was asleep and then all of a sudden I was transported to a place I have not seen before. People were being taken over by demonic forces. Those forces were taking the energy from the innocent and killing them. While this was going on nobody knew how to stop it. Three of my friends, who I don't know in real life, and I got in my car and drove off. We all started praying and that seemed to help. We arrived at a christian book store where we figured that we would be safe.

A guy came in that had this demonic force in him and then his energy got drained like all the others who were killed. That force went to others leaving  only me alive. The force got into me and it was a battle between good and bad. I was losing and I could tell. As things started to get black I woke up with really bad physical reactions. My pulse was rushing, my stomach was hurting, I couldn't talk, and I was running a fever.

After waking up I inspected my arms and legs and stomach. I have scratches and bruises all over them and then a burn mark where my cross was. It was a bit scary and I didn't know what had happened. I knew some type of evil force had to have entered me somehow when I was in a stage to be vulnerable. It scared me but I knew that as a sensitive going through things like that is what makes me stronger not only in my abilities but in my faith in God.

Days after I had this dream I was still scared to go to sleep. I have had experiences with evil forces in the past and I knew that this would not be my last. But this one was the scariest of them all. I never had my cross burn me in any cases before. But I suppose that there is always something new in every case.

I learn more during each case then I knew before it happened. Everyday is a learning experience in this world. And as a sensitive, I am still working on my skills. I grow stronger and stronger in them, but there are plenty of times when I am scared of what I am capable of doing. I thought one experience I had in the past was the worse thing, but this has got to be the hardest thing. It has taken me a while to get past it, but something just keeps my mind going back to it every once in a while.

The dream has to be a sign or something but I don't know what it is. Doing research on this type of stuff is a bit hard. I never give up no matter how hard it is for me to find things. I always have to remind myself of why I am doing the research to keep me motivated.

Mostly I just want to use this experience to help others in the future when I face something like this again on an investigation. It may be hard, but it is all rewarding in the end.