I was sleeping soundly one night almost eight years ago, in 1999, when something woke me. I opened my eyes, checked the clock, 4:21, and lay there, trying to discern what had happened, the neighbor's dog, a car door, a kid in the bathroom? I wasn't living in the best neighborhood at the time, if something woke you up, you found out what it was. Jesse lay beside me, sleeping just as hard as I had been, we'd stayed up late.
The shadows in the bedroom were different. I got the scare of a lifetime when I saw the man standing at the end of the bed. I didn't think to scream or wake Jesse, I knew I didn't have anything within reach that qualified as a weapon and he was closer to the bedroom door than I was. I stared, too scared to move unless it set him off somehow.
As far as physical description went, he had very long, straight hair, dark brown or black, I couldn't tell, long face, dark eyebrows and I think, dark eyes, a blanket or cloak wrapped around his shoulders. We stared at each other and after a few moments I got the very distinct impression that I was being an idiot and he wasn't there to hurt anybody. He nodded his head once, I understood the message he was trying to convey. "Pay attention, go and see, no harm will come..."
He looked up, out the window to the north and then I woke up. It was 7:22, the alarm was going to go off in a few minutes. I was fully rested, awake and ready to start my day.
I took the time to write down the whole thing before I went to work, I've dreamed and meditated since that night and sometimes I get the impression that my silent guardian is keeping watch, never talking, never offering an opinion or a hint as to what I'm supposed to be looking for.
Annoying as that is, I don't mind his presence but I'd really like to know more about him or about similar experiences.