I'm not a great fan of spooky stories or ghost busters' tales, but I have had some chills run down my spine with 'phenomenal' dreams and documentary programs, but what I experienced last night was something of a kind...
Let me begin by saying that I've had terrible headaches in the last few days, constant, draining and confusing. The moment my head hits the pillow, I'm off to dream-land, which is usually not the case with me.
And so I lay down for a nap in the evening, with a heavy head and a heavier heart, not knowing I was going to be knocked out for the rest of the evening and most of the night.
My dream was simple and light for the most part. I was roaming a housing complex looking for a friend. Pretty sweet... so far! Only problem was my friend didn't look like her, didn't live where she lives and was hanging out three sets of children's ties, when she has only one child. I began to fret in my dream, look around some more for her again. I didn't want to give up, but then I heard some dogs howling.
Now there is some element of creepy-ness in the howls of wolves and dogs. I know that they usually howl when something isn't right or when they see 'spirits'. In my dream I began wondering what was wrong, why were the dogs howling so strange. Why was their howl not the deep-throated, nerve wracking howl, but instead a whining, vibrating and lingering howl. And then I realized they were howling at me.
In what felt like few minutes, my body shook on the bed. I felt a strangle tingling move from my feet up and I turned. It felt as if something or someone had just 'entered' me. I woke to hear the last strains of the dogs howls, the ones that were 'sung' in my dream, as if they were the end of a music and I had just heard the closing of the fermata. The dream was over, I sat up, chilled. The room was dark, the curtains opened and the dogs fell silent again.
That's when I understood, I had been outside me!
Let me begin by saying that I've had terrible headaches in the last few days, constant, draining and confusing. The moment my head hits the pillow, I'm off to dream-land, which is usually not the case with me.
And so I lay down for a nap in the evening, with a heavy head and a heavier heart, not knowing I was going to be knocked out for the rest of the evening and most of the night.
My dream was simple and light for the most part. I was roaming a housing complex looking for a friend. Pretty sweet... so far! Only problem was my friend didn't look like her, didn't live where she lives and was hanging out three sets of children's ties, when she has only one child. I began to fret in my dream, look around some more for her again. I didn't want to give up, but then I heard some dogs howling.
Now there is some element of creepy-ness in the howls of wolves and dogs. I know that they usually howl when something isn't right or when they see 'spirits'. In my dream I began wondering what was wrong, why were the dogs howling so strange. Why was their howl not the deep-throated, nerve wracking howl, but instead a whining, vibrating and lingering howl. And then I realized they were howling at me.
In what felt like few minutes, my body shook on the bed. I felt a strangle tingling move from my feet up and I turned. It felt as if something or someone had just 'entered' me. I woke to hear the last strains of the dogs howls, the ones that were 'sung' in my dream, as if they were the end of a music and I had just heard the closing of the fermata. The dream was over, I sat up, chilled. The room was dark, the curtains opened and the dogs fell silent again.
That's when I understood, I had been outside me!
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