Evil Visitations In My Sleep

So I'm pretty freaked out. Please be serious, okay? It started a couple years ago and has happened four times. Incident 1 happened some years ago. The first three incidents happened within a year and half of each other. I'm laying in bed asleep and then I go into this half-asleep, partially awake state. My eyes are closed but I can clearly see my room exactly the way it is, down to the position I'm laying in and the way the covers are strewn across the bed. The only difference is that there's this orange glaze over everything, like everything in the room is colored some variation of the color orange. I'm just laying there sleeping when I feel a hand on my leg. My first thought is that there's some pervert in my room that's about to be in for the fight of his life, but then... You know how you just know stuff in your dreams? So the thought occurred to me that the hand on my thigh was simply that, a disembodied hand. It crawled up my body and then stopped on my chest and it started to push down. I couldn't breathe and I just knew that I was breathing in reality, too. I knew I had to get it to stop, but I couldn't move or speak. So I'm struggling to do something to get it to stop and I scream "Get--" I wake up right in the process of yelling to find myself in my normal room, screaming at the empty air, "-- off!" There's not much to do but roll over and go back to sleep, so I did.

Incident 2 happened a fair amount of months later. I'd thought that Incident 1 was a one time thing, so I hadn't really though about it since. I go to sleep and wake up in this half asleep, half awake state. The room is exactly the same, down to position I'm laying in and the movie playing in the background (the movie is frozen). There's still the orange glaze. This time I'm on my back and I can feel something standing beside me, but I don't see anything. I try to sit up (I can't move, as always, so that wouldn't have worked anyway), but whatever it is grabs me by my shoulder and pushes me back down. I get the feeling that if I just lay there, it won't hurt me (don't get me wrong, whatever it is definitely isn't good), so I stay still and it starts petting my hair. Then I wake up, freaked the hell out. The next few months go without incident, so I put it behind me.

The time between Incident 2 and 3 is greater than between 1 and 2. I wake up. I can't move. My eyes are closed but I can see everything, except this time there's no orange haze and my sister is in bed beside me (up until now I had thought that it'd only happen if I were alone). This time, nothing is frozen. My sister is moving around in her sleep and the movie playing in the background is actually playing, though I can't hear it. I feel something beside the bed and I can see this pure dark space looking at me and it's trying to pull me off the bed. I'm not budging, though. I know that if I let this thing take me, it won't be pleasant, so I fight to move, but of course I can't. I try to swing my arm to hit my sister so she can wake up and then wake me up, but I can't move. I continue to struggle and then I just wake up, freaked out once again.

Nothing else happens for at least a year and a half, maybe a little over two years. Incident 4 is strange because it happens YEARS later and it starts out as a normal (ish) dream. My dream is strange, though. Up until now most of my dreams are pleasant, nonsensical things. But in this dream King Triton has to save me from getting crushed in an underwater ship junkyard, my father takes me to WW3 reenactment to prove a point and I get chemical burns and strive to do something about it, and a bunch of other weird stuff. So all of this stuff is going on and my friends and I are in what appears to be my old middle school. The school isn't abandoned, but it's dark and no one else is there at the time. So we're in a room and all of a sudden Chris Hemsworth walks in (whom I adore). Keep in mind, this is still the dream bit. So I'm thinking, hey this is cool, but I'm not going to talk to him because his married with kids, so blegh. So then his "brother" walks in and this is where things get... Bad. The first thing that I notice are his eyes. They're this translucent blue, almost white and his pupils are huge, but it's a dream and he does look like Hemsworth, so I just sort of mentally shrug my shoulders and move on. Some people have weird eyes. The thing is that he looks totally real. Most people in my dreams are abstract, but I could clearly see every detail of him. He and I go outside for whatever reason. I don't remember what exactly was said, but he was trying to flirt with me and I was politely turning him down. I do remember him saying, "You know you want to."

So I randomly, for NO reason, start leading him down an empty hallway (which I would never do). As I enter the hallway I say, "No one ever comes down this hallway at night." There's this weird noise and I suddenly get the same feeling as from the other incidents. I can't move. I feel something (him) push me. My body lifts off the ground and starts flying down the hallway. I can feel the hairs on my neck stand straight up. I come shooting out of the hallway into a dark room. I can't talk, but I keep up a mantra in my head of "YAHWEH" because I do believe that there is power in the name of God, then my eyes pop open and I'm awake. The hairs on my neck are still standing and it takes me a while to calm down. It just seems like every time it happens it gets worse. I don't know what it is or what it has to do with me, but it needs to stop. I haven't slept in my room since and every time I try I have nightmares. Any thoughts?