Exorcist

I dreamed that I had been chosen by the Vatican to be a priest/exorcist. I was in my old apartment with Jimmy and kept getting attacked by demons and stuff. I couldn't see them, but I could feel them, and when I tried to rebuke them and order them to leave, my voice kept messing up and making me unable to speak. At one point I couldn't speak and ran to find Jimmy in the backroom. He didn't know what was wrong as I looked panicked but was unable to speak. I put my hands together and tried to croak out "pray" but my voice wouldn't work. Finally he got the hint and took me in his arms and said a silent prayer, and I could actually hear what he was praying from inside of his head, like I could hear his thoughts. My voice came back, and I remember thinking I was glad the prayer worked since Jimmy wasn't super religious. I thanked Jimmy and went right back to yelling out verses and rebuking things in my bedroom until my voice messed up again. Jimmy was with me then though. We went to bed that evening, and I was awoken in the night to and evil presence. I found a small pale arm sticking out from the mattress as if trying to grab me, but I grabbed it instead. It was small and bony and felt like the arm of a very small child. Knowing it was a demon I tried to tell it to leave in Jesus name, but my voice cut out again. I tried to reach up and grab my crucifix, but I couldn't reach that and hold on to the arm, so I tried to wake Jimmy up by saying "get the cross!" over and over, but my voice just wouldn't work. This went on until I woke up.