I was in my bedroom, it was dark, at night. (If I hadn't known any better, I would have thought it was really happening.) I was standing in the middle of my room, Topless.
I could hear.... singing, it was in a low voice, almost like chanting. There was more than one voice, and they were all male.
As soon as I heard the voice, my whole body started burning. It wasn't just burning, it was as if my soul was being burned out off me. I couldn't see what was happening, because it was so dark. I started to scream.
Now, I either ran into my brother's bedroom, or he came into mine. He had come to see what I was screaming about.
He put the lights on, and at first I could only see the horror on his face.
I looked at my torso, and my body was covered in burns and whiplashes, but they were not just burns, they were words, sentences, burned into my skin.
I woke up after that, I couldn't see what the burns were saying. It took me a long time to get back to sleep, I was petrified of having the dream again.
Also, all day I have been feeling the burns on my body, as if it was real. I suppose it's some sort of biofeedback from my brain, but still, it freaked me out a little.