I became aware that I was asleep and about to be attacked. I turned my head to the left and mumbled, “God… God.. help me”. And then it happened. Suddenly I hear high-pitched laughter and a weight on my stomach. I couldn’t breathe.
It felt like I was at the brink of death, about to breathe my last breath– only this went on for an eternity, like I was dying forever. I felt a sharp pain on the left side of my rib. I don’t know what’s so special about the left side of my rib but they always seem to stab me there. This time I could see that I was being stabbed by a great old spearhead, brown all over with rust. It looked ancient, brittle, and had cracks, but still dealt a lot of damage. This went on for some time.
For a few heartbeats it stopped. I was catching my breath. I noticed that the moon was beaming light directly at me through the window. My bed is directly facing the window. It’s bad luck, according to the Chinese. I looked at the light and was once again plunged back into my torment. I couldn’t breathe again. My mind at this time was focused only on what was being done to me. I couldn’t think of anything other than the pain being inflicted on me. The spearhead was driven at my left rib again, only this time with greater force. I screamed.
Snap. I heard my physical body mumbling for Jesus. I was tossing in my bed. They weren’t there, but at the same time they were and I was still being stabbed with that spearhead repeatedly. I was in two realities at once.
Jesus. My mind and spirit called for Jesus. “Jesus. Where’s Jesus?”, I thought. And suddenly I could think more clearly now. “Jesus! Help me! Where are you?” and in that instant I saw Jesus to my left, he gave me an it’s-gonna-be-okay smile, and then POW! A huge angel about 8 feet tall came and swung a massive mace at that thing that was sitting on my stomach. There was no struggle, the Angel just came and swung at it casually as if it were just an insect.
And everything was back to normal. I looked out the window and the moon was nowhere to be found.