Sick Dreams

I haven't been feeling well the last few days and I had trouble even leaving my room to go out and eat or use the restroom. During this time I was mostly laying in my bed drinking water and just hoping I'd feel better soon. I slept a lot during this period and I think my illness had an influence on my dreams. The most memorable one started with me waking up at my mothers house. Although it looked nothing like the home my mother lives in I somehow knew this was her home. I got out of bed fully dressed and looked around, unable to find my brother, mother, or my stepfather or step siblings. I was confused as the entire world began to shift around me, the house changing as I transitioned between rooms into another place I did not recognize. I was in a large home and I was not myself with an angry woman yelling at me from another room, shouting angrily about things that I couldn't understand. Her words were unclear and I could only understand the anger and hostility behind her words but as I entered the room where her voice came from, I walked into a classroom at my old high school where there was a woman in a nuns outfit and a young child with black hair in a bowl cut dressed as an american pilgrim. On the podium in front of the class there was a book that was opened to a page where a certain ritual had to be preformed. The ritual involved taking something evil out of the young boy and expelling it and I was supposed to help. The feeling in the room was rushed and anxious. We were scared but needed to expel the evil within him. As we started the boy stood rigid and his eyes and mouth opened wide letting a thick, brown liquid gush forth from both his eyes and mouth and it began to swirl together, taking my entire field of vision. In the dark liquid a face appeared, but it wasn't a face. It was a skeletal like face with eyes extending from their sockets that locked onto me before the face had even turned in my direction. As soon as it spoke I felt a chill run down my spine. It's voice was deep and warped. It spoke to me and I  don't remember what it said but I know it scared me. I turned and ran from the room, knowing it would follow, or at least hoping it would, as I yelled back for the nun to complete the ritual as I ran from the room and down the hall, feeling something catching up to me as I got to the outside doors. I woke up as soon as I reached the doors, covered in a cold sweat and I was panting as if I'd ran a mile.