Trapped in Demon Lady

I was standing at the bottom of an old wood plank staircase in a dark unfinished basement. Only I wasn't me, or at least I wasn't me on the outside. I was an old white haired lady with clouded white eyes. I was wearing dirty torn clothes and breathing heavy with my head cocked to one side. At the top of the staircase in the doorway, a person was standing in fear looking down at me. I felt completely misunderstood but could not, no matter how hard I tried, express myself. I tried to speak but my breathing only got heavier and I seemed even more terrifying. I felt trapped, locked inside a body I couldn't control. I tried with everything in me to open my mouth and talk, but when my mouth opened, only air came out. I pushed and tried even harder and something finally came, a string of unintelligible sounds escaped from my mouth. As the strange moans and groans poured out of my mouth, I awoke yelling "errrr arrg merrrrrr grrrrrr!" Startling myself awake in a small quiet motel room, the noise cutting through the silence.