Some back story I was sleeping normally until the LORD woke me up for prayer in the middle of the night. During the prayer I felt as I had to confessed that the name of Jesus is stronger that any witchcraft, witch, or demon. I’ve always say it in my head, but I felt like I needed to say it in prayer and couldn’t go to sleep without saying it. These are two separate dreams that happened in the same night. Dream # 1: I had a dream and it felt very real. I was laying in bed and I heard someone fiddling with the door knob trying to get in the bedroom door. I was about to call 911, but then I heard my brother’s voice (he’s living). My boyfriend was telling me not to open the door, but I did anyway because it sounded like my brother was in distress. As soon as I opened it my brother was trying to kill me. My boyfriend was trying to hold him back. Everytime I was trying to dial 911 I got incredibly sleepy. I can’t remember what happened after that, but I believe that I asked the LORD to deliver me, and I woke up. When I fell asleep again this 2nd dream I was high and in this dark church they told me to lay on my back and I was hesitant, but my mom (she’s been dead for 18 years) told me it was okay, I know that it wasn’t because it was perverse, and I was high and have been delivered from that. Now I see that this is the part that felt real: I can see that first spirit of my brother enter my room and go to my boyfriend’s side of the bed. Another came in to my side, I couldn’t see it, but I felt it. I cannot remember what happened, but I was trying to call out the name of Jesus, but could barely manage to do so. Everytime I tried to say Jesus’ name I got incredibly tired and sleepy to the point I almost gave up and dosed out. I couldn’t understand why that wasn’t working. There was a white pillow besides and I grabbed it to hit my boyfriend hoping that he would wake up and shake me out of my sleep. That didn’t work and again I was getting incredibly tired and sleepy. I heard the spirit say, “You’re tearing me up with that pillow.” (It sounded like my boyfriend, but my attention went to the floor and I could feel it.) I called on the name of Jesus again and this time it was like a boast of energy because I got stronger and stronger everytime I called on HIS name. I woke up screaming Jesus.