My family and I recently went on vacation. We drove late into the night and pulled up to a hotel. We got a room and brought up our luggage. As I walked into the room I felt slightly closed in and trapped. I shook it off.
My parents left to go get more of our stuff while I went into the bathroom to wash my face. I ran the water in the sink and suddenly got the feeling somebody was watching me. I turned and saw nobody. But I felt like a woman was watching me over my shoulder. I finished washing my face then slipped into bed with my sisters.
I fell asleep pretty quickly. That's when I started to dream. Then I was laying in my bed in my hotel room. I was alone and looking around. I reclined back and rested my head ont he pillow. I glanced into the darkest corner of the room. While I looked into that corner I saw a pair of electric blue eyes. They looked like bottled up electricity. They glared at me and turned and left the room. That's when I felt something very heavy on my chest. The weight kept bearing down on me. Then I felt something grab at my throat. It kept squeezing tighter and tighter. It was so tight to the point I couldn't breathe. I suddenly felt a longing for the blue eyes that left the room. I wanted those eyes to come back. But then I felt the pain of the hands closing tighter around my neck.
Finally, I regained my senses and realized I could end the dream. In my mind I shouted, "Go away!" That's when my eyes snapped open and I gained a sense of my surroundings. I was in the same position I was in my dream. I was looking at where the eyes were. I took a few deep breaths and fell back into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning as we loaded back into the car. I sat in my seat and suddenly it all hit me. The female energy I felt in the bathroom was the one who was being choked in my dream. I felt like she was tricked somehow by a man she loved. He left her to die at the hands of
Another man. She died that night. It all made sense to me now. I almost died the same way she did the night before. But I was able to save myself.
Sadly, she wasn't as lucky.
I'm still getting over the initial shock.