I've always have had really weird dreams that when I explain them to people they even agree that their most unusual dreams do not compare. I even heard this quote one time, I forget where, that who says the dream world isn't as real as the world around us? Anyway I never really thought about it much until now.
It started in a dream. From what I remember I was in a house or building I didn't recognize with a woman and a man I didn't know. We walked upstairs into what I thought was an attic area. It had a bed that had a wooden frame, a tall lamp, and bland walls. The woman I remember as being blonde and the man had dark hair. I can't remember their faces, but I remember we were talking about the room. Oh and a window! I recall walking up to the lamp and suggesting that we sell or do something with it.
That's when the scratching on the wooden bed frame started. Like something invisible used their nail or a knife to slowly carve the number 666 into it. I always thought that number was such a cliché thing in stories. Now I'll probably forever avoid it. I then started not being able to breathe. Like someone was choking me. Then these giant blue eyes slowly came through the wall. The blue is indescribable, probably the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen now that I think about it, and too bad they terrified me to death at the moment. So then I reached out for the woman as the choking increased but I collapsed before I could reach her.
In my mind I was screaming for them to help me but no words would come out. They just stood there talking while looking down at me. I didn't understand why they wouldn't help me. That's when the realization that it was a dream came to me. I need to wake up! My thoughts screamed at me. I pushed up and ran for the window, I jumped out and now thinking on it, it was actually sunny and the grass I was falling head first for was a beautiful green. Right before I hit I woke up in my bedroom, only I couldn't move. I couldn't speak either and what's worse is that I was still being choked. I thought I was going to die as my mind screamed for me to do something. It felt awful, like a needle tracing a design on your skin. It went from the left hip up to the stomach and down to the right hip and started to go down my back. As whatever it was did this it was pushing my body with it. I remember being able to move my left arm and I pushed at whatever was on top of me and to my astonishment I felt it. I don't remember any textures but I just remember pushing against something. It was still choking me at this point and I knew if I didn't do something quick it would kill me.
So then I did the only thing I could think of and I screamed for Jesus. Which to me is the weirdest thing in the world. I believe anything's possible, I study everything I can but I don't usually worship anything. Another weird point is that I never really connected to the son of God. I always felt more comfortable with an angel or just God in general. So why my mind screamed out for him, I may never know. I just screamed his name and begged for him to save me and as soon as I did whatever had me released me. I jolted up and was gasping for air. I then began sobbing uncontrollably. I didn't want to cry, I wanted to be strong but I couldn't stop. I ran from the room and down the hall to my brothers room. I told him I had a nightmare and I refused to tell him what about.
I told my friend and he said it could just have been sleep paralysis. I looked it up and studied it. It may be the case, but this has now happened twice with another dream. The second time the thing actually pulled and pushed me, so whatever it is it scared the hell out of me. It has been almost a month and I now can sleep with the lights off again. I just really hope I never feel that kind of fear again.
I don't know, I haven't shared in awhile and I thought this was worth it.?