This happened in a dream, but when I woke I felt something different inside me.
In the dream I was walking with my best friend across a bridge and we were looking at a mountain in the distance. From the mountain black clouds began moving, and the people on the bridge started screaming. I had a feeling something bad was going to happen, and grabbed my friend's hand to turn and run. From the black clouds, white dementor looking things appeared, and began chasing people across the bridge. My friend and I ran into a building, and a few other people followed us, leading some of the strange dementor looking things right to us. I made my friend leave through another door in the building, wanting to protect her and lead the things away from her, but I was knocked to the floor by someone. One of the dementor things floated over my body and stared down at me.
This is the part I can't stop thinking about when I remember the dream. It felt so real.
At first I was scared and was trying to fight the thing away, but then it opened its mouth, and began sucking-what I presumed was air-into it. I suddenly couldn't move. I became really angry at my inability to get free from whatever invisible hold it had on me. I felt a pressure building in my body, gathering in the center of my chest as the thing continued to suck. I knew instinctively that it was my soul, even though I'd never felt anything like it before-it was so strange-and I realized the white, floating dementor thing was sucking it out. I felt a deep sense of sadness, my mind going over my family and friends, realizing I wouldn't see them again. I couldn't do anything in the dream to escape, and I felt powerless. I could feel my soul being pulled from my chest, and the more the thing sucked it out, the more I began feeling numb.
That fear, anger, sadness, and helplessness all turned to emptiness. This was the worst part; feeling nothing.
I awoke just before the thing sucked the last bit of my soul away, and it took me a moment to realize I was actually holding my breath. I was confused. I could feel a pressure in the middle of my chest, and for about five minutes I lay completely still as-what felt like my soul-settled inside me once again.
I woke my boyfriend up, and tried to explain what happened in the dream, and how I felt like my soul was real and settling back into my body, but I couldn't explain properly. I was scared to go back to sleep after that, and asked him to hold me because of how helpless I still felt.
I haven't had the dream since, and I'm still confused by it because of how real it felt. And that emptiness when my soul was nearly gone plays on my mind still. I can't help but feel that it was real, and that if it had managed to suck my soul completely from me that I would have died in my sleep, and would have been lost in the afterlife.
Has this every happened to anyone else?