I’ve previously established that I have experienced psychic attacks through my dreams, among other things. (Little did I know that this was the beginning of something much bigger.) After a bit of time, it was the second semester of my third year in college and I had gone home for Spring Break. What could possibly happen? Partying? Hanging out with friends? Shopping? Nope. Dreams. Or rather, one dream in particular.
My parents love to travel for a week or two at a time. While doing so, I – many times – am assigned the task of house/pet-sitting. This is all fine and good (yes, even on my Spring Break) because I get to spend some quality time with the cuddly dogs, can binge on seasons at a time of shows available on Netflix, am able to wear pajamas all day and not have a care in the world other than the dishes in the sink caused by yours truly. The down side – having to sleep in a big, empty, VERY QUIET house with said cuddly dogs – who like to bark at nothing and scare the bejeezus out of me – while in a bed all by my lonesome (well, aside from my dog).
What happens when this combination is thrown together? You’ve got it. Very weird – potentially treacherous – dreams, that may, or may not, include a psychic attack/experience. LO and BEHOLD, one slightly chilly evening, after locking up the house, turning out the lights (only the ones downstairs, mind you), and once again going through the motions of teeth-brushing, contact lens removal, and clothes tossing – I stood beside my bed with the eerie feeling that something was outside my window staring in. My room being on the second floor, I pulled my curtains and made an attempt to put aside these thoughts and crawl into my very cold bed with my very warm dog.
Without even trying, I was fast asleep and had begun dreaming. Already. A normal dream it seemed. For some reason I started off seeing everything from “top-view” and then moved to first-person view. I was driving down the road in my boyfriend’s neighborhood, taking him home after going to the mall together. I slowed and made the usual U-turn, pulled to the curb, kissed him goodnight and drove away. As I was driving away, I woke up.
Laying on my side, head on pillow, right arm outstretched, left arm hugging my hip. I notice I have a pen in my right hand and a pad of paper underneath it. Which is strange because I don’t remember having these things when I fell asleep. But I shrug it off knowing that there are endless possibilities to the things you might find in my bed covers, being the …ahem…”oh-so-organized” person that I am. Next thing, I feel a pressure on my left arm. My stomach drops. Here I was, alone in this house, laying in my bed helpless, with an unknown force pressing on my arm. Where is my dog? Why isn’t she barking!? The “entity” pressed up my arm and onto my shoulder. I suddenly knew it was trying to enter/possess my body! I knew it’s intention. Whoever, whatever, this thing was, wanted to move through me and write on the pad of paper that was beside me. Hence the pen I was holding. I started to panic, of course, not wanting this thing in me, on me, near me!! And then I woke up. Again.
Now, you might imagine I was a bit freaked out by what had just occurred. After jolting awake, heart thumping, ears ringing from the silence in the room, I notice that the “pen and paper” was really my dog soundly asleep on my arm. The pressure? Well. As far as I could see, there was nothing there other than my bedspread. Regardless, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something oddly supernatural had really just happened to me. I had no idea that dream inception was a real thing, and even less knowledge about what I’ve discovered to be “automatic writing.”
Seriously though, what was going on was something much bigger than I had even realized. Let me just say, the dreams have only gotten weirder.
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Here Are My Dreams... 