Dreams, Dreaming, etc.

I enter my son's room because I heard talking, meaning he isn't going to sleep.

When I go in, I find his cousin there, who won't stop laughing. I grab his arm and ask him why he is there, and I realise there is no way he could be there. I angrily yank his arm and demand he tells me how he is here, why he is here, but he just keeps laughing.

I hear ragged breathing from my son, like he is struggling to breathe or being choked, and I turn back to see his head and shoulders covered in a dark shadow. I let go of his cousin and rush towards my son, and the shadow leaps onto my face making the world completely dark.

I wake up breathing quickly.