Demmmmon Dreammmms

    Last night there was a demon in my dream. I felt a pair of soft palms slide up my back and shove me gently toward the sliding glass door. My brother and sister come rushing up behind me, panic-stricken and hellbent on exiting the house. We all collide in a confused tangle of limbs and deflecting shoulders. Again I feel a soft push  from a pair of invisible and disembodied hands.
    Deafening terror seizes me as I grasp for the sliding glass door and yank it open. I turn to the blank space of the dining room and attempt to address the demon directly but my voice is stopped up as if with phlegm. I begin to aspirate, my throat clogged with dull, black clay, yet somehow I manage to cough up the word "Jesus". This just barely clears my throat enough for me to rasp, "Demon, leave this house immediately!"
    We all three stare at the opening to the back yard and I growl... "Demon, Leave."
     The door slams shut.
     Shimmering, diamond eyes blink at me as the light flickers.
     Anger now instead of fear as I suddenly realize what must be done. Stepping into the center of the room, I see my own figure from without, a figure that seems suddenly taller as he raises his right hand high above his head, palm inward. After inhaling deeply, I let out a sudden, ascending melody that wavers and sputters out again like a wounded bird trying to take flight. This is it I think, this is the way... I clear my throat and begin again. A melody erupts smoothly and flawlessly to an uncanny, supernatural frequency and holds, maintaining at a volume and pitch that seems to hiss cold, metallic and shrill like the edge of a blade. My voice takes on qualities that seem both angelic and machine-like at the same time, resounding now with strange harmonic accompaniment.
    
I cannot see this, but I feel the demon shriveling at the sound of my voice, shrinking like a tumor. It takes all my strength and focus to carry this song to it's end, knowing full well that this entity must be dissolved to bits lest he regain strength. I persist.
    There is a sudden breaking, the way resistance gives way when overcome, and I stumble forward just a step. There is a smear of white paste on the wood floor.