Shadows In Motion

Last night I had one of the strangest dreams that I’ve ever had. It was so vivid that, for several minutes, I was convinced that it was absolutely real. This is the only reason why I’m posting a dream here as I prefer to keep this website focused on what has actually happened to me, but this dream could actually help other people who have experienced something similar.

I was, of course, in bed asleep. I have the vague recollection that I had been dreaming at this point but I don’t recall about what. This didn’t matter too much however because of what was about to happen: I felt my covers slide across my body toward the side of the bed.

This startled me to wakefulness, and as I startled the covers suddenly stopped moving. I lay there for a moment and kept my eyes closed. I maintained a steady rhythm of breathing that matched the rhythm of sleep. I thought to myself, “Did I just feel that?” I decided to lay there and think about the situation. “Maybe I was dreaming,” I thought to myself, and I didn’t want to over react over some silly dream.

Yet as I lay there awake thinking about this, my top most cover began to slide off of me again. It was not a terribly slow pull either. It wasn’t being ripped off of me, but it was being pulled off of me at a steady clip.

Crap. Okay. I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. Okay sure, I have had some very strange experiences, but this took the cake. I had never had a spirit physically manipulate my surroundings before, and of all things it was pulling the cover off of me. This is something that you see on TV shows and read about books. This isn’t something that actually happens to you!

The cover stopped moving brief moment. I lay there still with my eyes closed, maintaining a steady breathing rhythm and appearing - for all intents and purposes - to still be asleep. Despite that, my mind raced. My first inclination was to fly out of bed, prepare for some kind of assault, and to assault something or someone else if need be.

A moment later the cover slides off toward the side of the bed again, sliding across my body at a continuous speed. I could hear it move as well as feel it move.

“Screw this,” I thought to myself. I nearly sprang out of bed at this point, but instead of doing that I just opened my eyes a crack. I didn’t want the thing standing next to my bed to know that I was awake, so I opened my eyes as little as possible. It couldn’t be a person doing this, my bedroom door is always locked. Always. I have a dog (in the other room) that goes jumping out of bed at the mere touch of the front door’s handle. There’s no way someone snuck into my room.

So I opened my eyes a crack. The room seemed to have some sort of lighting to it, but this didn’t strike me as strange at the time. It was as though I had a reading lamp turned on at my desk, and through the crack of my eyes I could see my room. I could see some of the objects that lay across my room, I could see..

…hells, I could see the cover slide off of me.

They stopped moving again after I had cracked my eyes open and I glanced around as best as I could. I could see a fold in the cover resting up next to my face. The fold had been caused when the force pulling the cover let go.. the tension relaxed and caused the small fold. It mostly blocked my view of the room opposite my feet, but I wasn’t too concerned about that location anyway.

I glanced up next to my bed beside me. Did I see a figure? I think I did, but it was blurry; I couldn’t see very well. I didn’t have my glasses on. I think I saw something there. If so, it was short, about four feet tall, and peach skin colored. It would have been standing at around the location of my head.

Nah, I didn’t see anything. Couldn’t have.

The cover began to move again.

I thought about it as rationally as possible. “Could actually be happening to me?” Instead of jumping out of bed, I thought about it. I mentally yelled at myself to think about it rationally. To try to come up with some sort of reasonable explanation for it.

The cover continued to slide off. I thought. They were pulled some more. A minute or two later I finally realized: “This is a dream!” That’s right. My covers were tucked up under my legs and knees. I could feel them there. They were always tucked there. I done it every night before going to sleep because I’m a tall guy and I don’t like my feet to be come uncovered and cold as I sleep.

The cover continued to move, but so did my thoughts (finally). If this situation were real then obviously the cover would have been pulled completely off of me by now. It wasn’t being pulled off of me length-wise from my feet, but side ways. At the speed that it was moving there was no way that I would have had any of this cover left on me.

So in this admittedly incredibly strange and very realistic dream that I was having, I realized that I was dreaming. I instantly relaxed, shut my dream-eyes, and “went back to sleep” in my dream.

For the rest of the night my dreams were troubled with subjects of the paranormal. My previous Abnormal Psychology instructor even made an appearance in my dream as I continued to dream of incredibly strange events happening, and I was attempting to convince him that I wasn’t insane.

It was a strange night, but I feel mostly rested this morning.

I’ve spent my morning since waking to write about this and eat my breakfast, and now I have to get ready for the day.

Later, all.

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