Not Sure What to make of this
Yesterday I fell asleep early, around 7pm, but woke back up at about 9:30pm. I turned on the tv, ate some pizza, by the time 11 o'clock came around I decided it was time to try to get back to sleep, I had stuff to do in the morning.
So as I usually do, I went to meditation. As I silenced my mind something different happened that I never felt before, at least not in the same way. It was like a building tension in the middle of my forehead. Figuring it was my third eye I decided not to think too much about it and decided to just keep meditating and accepting the sensation as a part of the experience.
Before I knew it I was in the dream world, I was still on my couch (where I've grown a habit of sleeping... for the tv) laying down. And then, it felt like someone was in my house, like I heard something. I got up from the couch, my house was unusually dark, all the lights were off. I went to go check the back door as I walked through the hall way and infront of the door all I could see were the whites of someones eyes.
After that I was wrestled and taken down the hallway into my fathers room where suddenly I was the height of a small child, the room was warmly lit, like morning time, my father was laying in bed peacefully sleeping, but there was a man, the man who came into the house, who's eyes I saw in the dark, the one who drug me into my fathers room, was sitting at the foot of his bed by his side staring at me. Smiling at me, the kind of smile that said "go ahead and try doing whatever you want it's not going to work."
The man was dark skinned, possibly hispanic, had dark hair, light rimmed glasses (like 90's but slimmer), wearing a yellow shirt. I stood there staring at him, begging him in my heart not to hurt my dad because he didn't deserve to get hurt. But he just smiled at me, he was going to do what he wanted to do. I felt so powerless, I couldn't do anything, until I ran out the door.
It was dark again, I remember trying to get out the front door as fast as I could. I unlocked the dead bolt, ran outside and tried to yell for help but my attempts were useless. All I could muster up was this awkward muted yell in my throat that didn't seem to go anywhere. I ran up to a house and knocked on the door, but the house was empty and it had no walls. It was just a frame with furniture in it.
I ran down those steps, went to the street to seek out safety. I kept trying to yell, forcing it as best I could.
When I finally got out the word help, I woke up.
As I awoke I found myself still making that noise in my throat.
Back on the couch in the dark. I woke just as I did in the dream. I looked at the clock, I don't remember what time it was.
I don't remember if I got up to go check things out or if I laid back down.
But i remember not much time went by.
and I remember waking up this morning and wondering to myself what the hell that was.
I can't tell if it was a message, or a spiritual attack or maybe even a little bit of both.
I've traveled before. It's a gift in my family. This was uncomfortably close to home.
And that man, it was like I was powerless to him.
He was sitting on the left side of my dad, and coming from a christian rooting I can't help but wonder if that might have some significance.
I also wonder if it's a spirit in my house maybe.
Based off of how I was able to describe this, what category do you think this sort of experience falls into?