Before I start this did happen to me , I am still seeking answers and yes it still gives me the willy's.
And i would like to add that if anyone has any answers, that they are constructive and based on the information provided, i have tried other magic forums without success just more questions. of course any help will be appreciated

Some years ago in 2006 I was working near Bath and had decided to camp with the other guys i was working with in a car park the client we where working for had provided as it was free, near the end of the week i had to move my tent due to an ants nest and was stung by ants on the foot.

The dream i had that night was as follows......I woke to find my self in a street in Hong Kong very early in the morning it was quite a steep street and due to feeling the effects of jet lag i felt very tired, i had in my hand a piece of paper with an address on it which i was looking for, my new flat !.
I found the flat a little further up the street, the entrance was down some steps into a little alley the front of the flat was a shop, i fiddled with the keys for a while and finally opened the door and went in, the flat was nice, on three levels, ground floor kitchen/ utility/ dining room. with a large window and a balcony for washing, middle floor living room,bathroom, bedroom and balcony with a stunning view of the bay, and top floor was an office space/study and another smaller bedroom and bathroom. the interior was white and all the floors where tiled in burgundy tiles except the bathrooms which where white, i wandered around and looked at my phone realising that it would be a couple of hours before the estate agent and my furniture van arrived with all my belongings, and it was still quite early in the morning, so i decided to go out and have a look at my new neighbourhood, as i went back down the stairs to the ground floor i realised there was only one exit from the flat and was kind of puzzling on that when i went out and fiddled with the lock (locks and doors are something i have always had problems with, especially modern locks)
I walked back up the alley and the ten steps up to the street level. I looked left down the hill and right up the hill and decided to go right.
I don't really remember the type of shops i passed but they where all mundane, launderette, supermarket, ect and then i stopped at a tea house.
I decided to go in although it looked very dark inside despite the large windows, i opened the glass door and a fragrance of tea, spices and herbs hit me and the sound of a small bell activated by the door being opened.
The shop was very old fashioned with wood fittings and decoration that was oddly plain with a wooden floor tables and chairs to the left, to the right was a long wood counter with a mirror behind it and glass shelves with glasses on, at the back of the shop could be seen the kitchen, dried herbs hung from the ceiling.
i suddenly realised that there was a very handsome young man with long shiny black hair stood behind the counter washing up , he wore a pork pie hat with a black satin band and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up over which was black waistcoat, he asked me to sit down and he would be with me in a moment.
I sat down and the young man called over to an old man sat near me, they spoke in mandarin but i don't know what was said.

The old man had on traditional dress, very dark plain silk robes which where a dark plum colour and a round black satin hat his small watery grey eyes looked at me almost in contempt, he was very small and his skin was wrinkled he had a grey wispy beard and mustache and long grey plait of hair.
The young man came out from behind the counter and over to my table, and asked me what i would like, before i could answer the old man said something and the young man went over to him they discussed something for a while and then the young man went into the kitchen and after a while came back with a small tea pot and a cup, he put this down on my table and beckoned me to look at he old man, " the old man has some very grave news for you, he has told me that there is a demon under the ground hunting your soul and means to devour it" the old man nodded, the young man continued " He says that it is a very long way under the ground yet but it is coming for you, and it will eat your soul" i suddenly became very frightened i felt a little faint and could feel the blood draining from my face, " well is there nothing that i can do to stop it" I asked the young man in panic, i looked at the old man " can you ask him what i can do". They both spoke for a minute and then the young man said" he says no, you can only run from it, but it will find you eventually, it is inevitable, for now he says you can drink this tea, it is a special remedy which will hide the scent of your soul from the demon, it will confuse it and it will not be able to find you, but it is not a cure and the old man does not know if a cure exists, you may look, someone may be able to trick the demon with another soul, so that it does not take yours".
I became angry i accused them of trying to play tricks on me, "a gullible westerner" i was living here, i had just moved in down the street, what where they trying to do, poison me, trying to rob me, the old man shook his head sadly, the young man protested that they where just trying to help and begged me to drink the tea, " it's his own special recipe he doesn't usually give this advice to strangers, he just wants to help you"
I stood up and knocked the table the tea splashed onto the wood, the chair scraped against the floor..... I made to leave.
And then the old man spoke in english to my surprise " let her go, it won't make any difference any way wether she drinks the tea or not, the demon is coming, it's a long way below the surface yet, but it's getting closer and the only thing she can do is hide" , he looked at me straight in the eye and said" if you will not drink the tea, you must promise me that you must never sleep on the ground, for if you do the demon will know where you are and it will eat all that you are, and you will be taken back down till the end of time".

I ran from the shop.

I woke up in my tent covered in sweat, i felt my arms, my body it felt as though i'd been dragged through time backwards, i could still smell the shop, it was 4.00am exactly.
The next day was the last day we where there i packed up my tent worked the day and went home, and started looking for answers, the only thing i found was a small write up about bhurba, phurbha dzi eyes beads, which i promptly aquired, i have not camped since, nor have i slept on the ground.