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I've had dreams similar to that but not recently.
One dream I had in 1978 or '79:
That there were two of me, one of me was laying on my bed, possessed by a demon, looking really gross, shaking and scared and inside wanting help; the other "me" was kneeling over my bed and praying for myself (the me on the bed).
A few months later, I dreamed that there were two of me again. Same thing, I was possessed by a demon. But instead of praying this time, I was huddled in a corner violently shaking in fear, while the "possessed me" was flying around all over the room in a rage, screaming out all kinds of horrific things.
Within that same year, I dreamt that a little four old boy I knew was possessed. I was the only one who could do anything about it. His family and mine all tried everything. The only thing that worked was for me to have him lay on my lap while I rocked him and sang to him about God and love. The devil would leave for a while, then come back, and I'd have to do it again. Finally, the little boy was so wiped out and sick from it, that we had to take him to the doctors. While my brother in law was driving, I was in the back seat with the little boy on my lap sleeping. I was stroking his hair and face. The demon started to enter him again, but right away, I started singing and it left. I was 16 at the time of these dreams.
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