Itnetlolor, it sounds like a manifestation of Tiruin is visiting your sleep.
So last night... I was surrounded by an army of the undead and undying, skeletons, zombies, empty skins and other horrors. I kept swinging at them with a rusted sword, it's edge glowing faintly with a withered dying magic. Every time I tried to attack, though, EEEEEEAORW! they'd go up with a strange sound in a green flame that arc'd away and reformed only a short distance further away. I'd feel them attacking me from behind, so I'd turn around and EEEEEEAORW! the ones behind me would flame-teleport away before I could hit them. EEEEEEAORW! Sometimes they'd teleport closer en-mass, too, which was terrifying because there were so many of them. I'd lash out, trying to hit them with ANYTHING, but EEEEEEAORW! I couldn't hit them with a single blow. EEEEEEAORW! ... EEEEEEAORW!
Wait a seco- EEEEEEAORW!
I turn over; my clock says 3:08. EEEEEEAORW!
"[Oobles]! If you need mom, get up and walk to her, she can't hear your airhorn from there!"
My brother was using one of those compressed air cans to try and call our mom because he was feeling really sick and that's why he got it in the first place (because she couldn't hear the bell and he can't yell as loud as he can ring the bell). Unfortunately, instead of waking up the right person, it woke me up instead.