Dream About Encounter With Lion Headed Being

The dream begins, and I realize I’m in the inbetween, lower level. Or maybe I didn't realize it immediately, the fact that I was asleep. I didn’t rouse, when the thing started talking to me. It was almost soothing at first. Their voice was deep, gentle. As if he wasn’t there to devour me. (Also what is with everything trying to eat me. Like y’all please, What happened to classic murder. Is not that hard.)  Anyways my dumbass never writes shit down, so I can’t remember exactly what he said. He goes on for a while in an arrogantly gentle tone, drawing me into a hypnotic vulnerability. He said, “You are so cute my dear, your soft arms are so light, delicate even. Your smell is nearly intoxicating. It’s sad to see something as lovely as you, so vulnerable. It’s as if you’re teasing your demise, flirting with it. Are you truly that of a minx, sweet summer child?” (For some reason a lot of shit calls me that) his words were many. Like he kept complimenting me, expressing sadness of my weakness. Telling me how great I could be. This probably went on for over a half an hour, until he finally said. “It’s sad that this must come to an end. A being like you deserves more than this fate. But I am no hero, no knight in shining armor. And there is no escape. He talked a lot ok, like bro hurry up, why u still talkin.  I’m not sure when I started feeling scared. As he talked, I began to picture him in my mind's eye. I didn’t move, didn’t open my eyes, as when I’m in the lower level, I always feel this intense tiredness. I only move when I’m extremely desperate. His clothing was abnormal, to say the least. Like it was kinda a suit that he wore, yet it was casual, scruffed up. I didn’t pay attention to what his hands looked like. His body was that of a fit man’s, strong and muscular. Lean. Yet the true oddity about him was that he had the head of a lion. Like a deadass Lion. Fur, fangs and all, Down to the whiskers. I don’t know where the “human” started and the Lion stopped, but as he finished up with that last horrifying line, he leaned back. An excited growl coming from his muzzle and he leapt on me.  I instantly was filled with terror, as the entire left side of my body lit up on fire. It was horrible, but as quickly as he rushed me, he was yeeted off the bed. I don’t know who rescued me. I always assumed it was the shade but… now I wonder. You’ll find out who the other options are at the end of all of this.  They didn’t let me see the fight, whoever it was. But I awoke immediately. Completely fucking petrified as my body shook. Staring at the spot where he talked to me. The left side of my body buzzed with this foreign energy, like foreign trauma they don’t teach us about in elementary school. This was my first attack in the lower level. It left a nasty mark on my consciousness. Yet I always remember it, when I think about saying something stupid .  I couldn’t go back to sleep that night, it was too scary. So after a while of staring, I finally went to sleep with my mom in her room. My dad leaves town a lot on business trips. So I had his side of the bed to myself. My moms snoring usually keeps me up for hours, as I’m a very sensitive sleeper. But tonight, it was the most calming noise I’d ever heard. Eventually I did fall back asleep. And to my horror, I was back in the inbetween, Lower level. I didn’t even realize at first. My mom, still snoring beside me. I had opened my eyes to gaze at her, when her body shifted over to mine. She continued to snore as she “unconsciously” moved closer, keeping me in a false sense of security. But as her face was a breath away from mine, her mouth unhinged like a snake. I couldn't breathe. Not able to compute the fear from the total fucking shock that coursed through my body, knocking the wind from me. I gasped in surprise, making my mom? Creature Like monster, stick its venom like tongue into my mouth. I couldn’t even scream, as terror overtook me again. I don’t know if fear held me still or I was being restrained, as its tongue swept over my teeth, drinking in my saliva with this horrifying desire. It was not lust. The thing was simply playing with its food, And it liked what it tasted. Its tongue seemed to thicken, becoming almost tentacle-like, as it pushed deeper into my throat, painfully forcing its way down my esophagus.  But just as before, it was like something shot it dead before it could do any irreparable damage. It died, tongue still writhing in my throat, as my saver melted it away. Not stepping forward, they let me awake in a cold sweat. For the first time in my depressed life, I did not want to sleep. This is something, that if you knew me well, you’d know the sun had fallen from the sky if I said these words. I was terrified to be attacked again.  I didn’t sleep again that night. As I cuddled my dog, desperately tight. I wrapped blankets around my body, convinced that if even an inch of my skin showed, it would be bit off, like someone's leg in Shark attack.  I’m not gonna lie to you man, I give myself whiplash with how easy my thoughts/feelings change. I literally slept like a baby the next night. Like wtf me. You were just traumatized and your reaction the next night was like, if they come for me again I will eat them. WHERE DO YOU GET THIS FALSE SENSE OF CONFIDENCE FROM. WHERE!? I ASK YOU. I'M STILL LIKE THIS. WHY AM I LIKE THIS.