This morning my covers gathered into a giant mitten from the left side foot of the bed, charging up towards my face startling me. Reflexively I threw my hands up to block the phantom attack…
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If you’re reading my blog for the very first time – let me briefly introduce you into my DREAM world. Grab a chair – and lets begin. Shall we?
My name is Gabe, and several years ago (2019?) a weird bout of sleep paralysis hit me with surprising frequency, so many times that I suspected later on that I must be having micro-seizures at night. Instead of taking my concerns to the Doctor, I decided to write down anything I had experienced during these episodes. Being a life-long advocate of the paranormal and anything weird, I had suspicion to believe what was happening started with a particularly jarring nightmare that shook me for days. This event reminded me of decades earlier during a frightening nightmare shared with my older brother – the other side was able to attack me via dreams, and opened me up like a portal to the Over-world of nightmares.
Don’t get me wrong – I’ve spent years quietly rationalizing this, and questioning my sanity whenever I’m reminded. By years, I mean a span of exactly 40 years.
Don’t get me wrong – I’ve spent years quietly rationalizing this, and questioning my sanity whenever I’m reminded. By years, I mean a span of exactly 40 years.
Why share my dreams? I felt it would be pleasantly weird to train myself how to write while getting so many memorable scenarios from the ether. Most people keep their dream journals private – other cultures share dreams with regularity, I may have fit in nicely with an ancient indigenous peoples. Who knows? Dreaming was in my DNA, I didn’t know until putting some pieces together – my Dad loved dreaming, and my Mother may have suffered from terrible nightmares.
I don’t claim to have all of the answers to what the heck is going on when we dream or have nightmares, subtle clues keep popping up. Like any mystery – we’re always three steps behind when we think we’ve figured out the truth.
Now About Last Night…
I dropped consciously into the dream mid-stream, what little information came through put me in the middle of an abandoned building walking around with a few people – we could have been on a night investigation of a haunted location. This thought proved correct later on. Getting separated from the rest of the group, a room caught my interest. The rest of the building was empty, save for random objects scattered around. This one room had furnishings. Carefully entering, it was if I was transported to my old bedroom at home, my parents apartment in the Bronx (Ground Zero for my worst childhood nightmares); the transition from one dream to the next was seamless.
My old bedroom was inviting, and being tired from the investigation I decided to get some sleep. Closing the door may have been my biggest mistake. Curiously missing was my CPAP, this means I was deep in the dream being pulled along for the ride. Not long after laying down, the familiar sensation of falling into a deep sleep and then disconnect into darkness came over me. A feeling of electricity or vibration woke me up, I peered into the darkness, unable to move. I’ve learned not to panic anymore when the paralysis comes over me and there’s never anything around to intimidate me – I was wrong. Sensing movement to my right side, I struggled to turn my head for a look. Two seconds later I wish I hadn’t
Standing next to me was the faint image of a man, or what I thought looked like a figure in white I equated with “Saruman” – the white wizard from The Lord of the Rings, fear took over and mentally I couldn’t tell if it were a woman or man. Breaking the paralysis I began to shout at the specter “Get out, GET OUT!!” A flash of power erupted from my right hand as I waved the spirit out of the room. The vision retreated and exited the room through the locked door. Remembering my team all of a sudden, I needed to warn them that the ghost was loose and might trap them the same way. Trapped. Although I was loose from the paralysis, the covers had me trapped, I looked over the right side of the bed for a knife or something to tear the bedding. On the floor were glowing green orbs, the size of peas – the dream identified as the MP orbs from Kingdom Hearts. Next, I thought this may be power the phantom lost when I blasted out the energy or residue from my own hand. I felt the covers tug at me before I could reach the energy orbs on the floor – looking up over to where the tension from my sheets pulled; my covers gathered into a giant mitten from the left side foot of the bed, charging up towards my face startling me. Reflexively I threw my hands up to block the phantom attack…
This wasn’t my bed, the blanket was red, the same color on my bed now – not as it was years ago. There were no others with me – the dream evaporated before the giant hand closed in on me.
I woke up.
Dreams have a way of incorporating imagery from practically everything we experience while conscious, even if we haven’t thought about them for years. The mind is capable of storing reams of data subconsciously from our waking world and recreating at least an almost three dimensional approximation while we dream. Take note when you can remember a dream or a nightmare, you just might notice something…familiar.
As much as I may want to believe that there might be a paranormal component to some dreams; nothing I could offer anecdotally would ever sway a scientific or rational mind into believing me or anyone else of that possibility.
Pleasant Dreams…
Gabe Miranda lives a stones throw from uptown Charlotte, enjoys Star gazing and creating chaos on Twitter. Currently working on editing diary posts to self publish his first book.
