I am now 21 years old and this story takes place at my parents house in NY when i was about in my preteens to teenage years, keep in mind that I was raised and grew up in the Catholic church.
One night I lay asleep in my bed, I believe it was almost morning a few minutes before I woke up. All of a sudden in my dream i was being grabbed onto and being shaken by a dark shadow and I was having a hard time breathing. I suddenly started saying “I Love Jesus” repeatedly and eventually it stopped and I saw this light that I believed to be in the shape of the cross or maybe the shape of a circle and I felt great relief.
I finally awoke out of my sleep and felt such relief and almost in tears because I believe that God himself or perhaps an angel had saved me and was reassuring me that God is with me.