My Disturbing NIghtmare

I cannot even begin to describe to you how that nightmare really traumatised me. It is honestly one of the most disturbing dreams I have ever had. Sol described it as an "X-files" category.. Me, I say that it is more of Exorcist meets X-files. Maybe the reason being that actually having that dream and being a bystander listening to me relate it diminishes that eerie-ness by levels. Despite the grotesque contents, I have to get this off my chest. Even as I type this, my sensitive senses are active; and I am still very much haunted.

The scene begans in this house - which vaguely resembles that of my own living room, though there's a different feel to it. Somehow, I was very aware of my role in this dream. I was an investigation agent, working for the Government. As lame is that sounds, try to imagine it in a Moulder & Scully sort of way. My team and I were gathered in this living room, working on a case. There was an air of tension around us, and everyone seemed to be on their toes. It is as if we could all forsee what was to come.
In that shocking moment, one of our team members fell to the ground. Her body began to tremble, somewhat like she was having a fit. But all of us were very aware of the fact that it was no mere fit she was having. Rather, she was experiencing a situation of some unnatural being taking possession of her. We carried her onto a table. Everyone was frantic, but we had no inkling as to what to do. She continued to writhe in agony. Her face contorted in a grotesque form. Her facial area seemed to be bulging in abnormal places. Her pupils began to dilate and her mouth sprang open in an ear-piercing scream! As she screamed, her body convulsed, and out of her mouth came huge blobs of blood; blood so thick that it was almost black. We grabbed a pale. I recall the pale to be blue.
She carried on throwing up mouthfuls of blood. As swiftly as it came, it suddenly seized. She fell on her back, her face as white as a sheet; the veins at her temple were prominent and bulging. She looked worn out, and just seemed devoid of an iota of strength. She turned to us, the look of defeat in her eyes. And yet, she kept repeating this phrase:

"I will be fine. Don't worry about me. Just go!"

We stood rooted to the ground. Not one soul venturing to leave. We could not bring ourselves to leave her. And yet, we knew there was nothing we could do. We were helpless, and we were defeated. And then it came back.
She curled herself into a tight ball. Her body trembling from her last attempt to control whatever it was that seemed to be fighting its way out. Alas, she could no longer hold on. With a scream so deep, her limbs sprang apart. It was no high-pitched scream; but one so rich and so filled with pain. Her something seemed to be moving under her skin. It was pushing against her body. It wanted to be released; and the only was out was through her wide opened mouth. That thing stretched against her skin. Her face was in such a lurid form, I could feel the shivers going down my spine. Her eyes was literally bulging, and her face was being pulled in all directions. This gruesome contortion only got worse. With one final scream, this black thing began to pour out of her mouth. It just came out in streams. I cannot describe to you want it resembled, coz I could not tell. It just kept gushing out!.. When there was no more of that thing, she still continued to scream and her face still stretched out of proportion. Then the worse happened. Instead of some unknown substance, what streamed out next was none other than her own innards. It came out in a stream , one after the other. Her lungs, stomach, heart, kidneys.. EVERYTHING!!.. It was as if some invisible hand hand grabbed hold of the inside of her body, and it just turned her inside out. YES!! LITERALLY INSIDE OUT. Her inner raw flesh, now on the outside........
Somehow, the story ends with my team members and I holding bags containing her remains. Our conversation was that her death had to be kept a secret, and no one could know - by order of the U.S government. And her remains were to be scattered into the deep ocean.

Dear blessed hell........ Now do you know why I am so upset over this dream. No, it is a nightmare. This would probably haunt me for a long time to come. I don't know what induced me to have such a dream. I surely did not watch any horror films that night. So my story is told. And what a story it is - at least to me it is. Goodnight.