I have seen this subject come up before. Since I just had a rather strange experience I thought I would bring it up again while it is still fresh in my mind.
I felt like I had woken up, except it was extremely cold and pitch black. There was a heavy pressure on my chest and I was having a hard time breathing. For some reason I could sense a presence in my apartment but didn't know what, it was that paralyzing fear where you have the covers over your head and you don't know whether someone is standing next to you, about to do something horrible. Finally I peeled the covers from my head, looked around, saw nothing, so I tried to turn on the light, it wouldn't turn on. Now I was worried, I felt to see if my pistol case was still there and locked, it was. So I grabbed a sweatshirt and hap hazardly fell on the ground and ran outside the room. All the while I was flipping lights but none would go on, fright or flight was settling in and at this point I was rushing through my apartment like a madman with all my senses flushed. Then something strange, I felt like I was being pounded back into my body with some sort of black shadow surrounding me. I could literally SEE myself.
Then I really woke up, that had all been a part of my dream, I sat there for a second and listened just to make sure no one really was in my apartment. Then I got up, fully conscious. Here's the strange part, the sweatshirt in my dream was lying next to my pistol case, even though I had just washed it and had hung it up to dry. Then I checked my pistol case, it's one of those push button deals where you can tell if someone has been tampering with it. All the buttons had been pressed. Frantically I unlock the box and take out my gun, its 4:10 in the morning. Just to be sure I sit for a second and listen for sound, almost as if on cue, I hear someone running down the hall. Now I'm pissed, I don't know why but something just doesn't feel right. I put on my clothes, put my gun in the waistband and decide to check things out (yea, stupid, but at the time I felt this was necessary). I go to the elevator, go downstairs, and enter the garage. Two large guys are standing next to my car with a juke box BLASTING. I chirp the alarm which gets their attention (they didn't see me and sure as hell didn't hear me) approach and suggest that they play there music somewhere else. They leave without saying a word.
What a way to wake up eh ?
I felt like I had woken up, except it was extremely cold and pitch black. There was a heavy pressure on my chest and I was having a hard time breathing. For some reason I could sense a presence in my apartment but didn't know what, it was that paralyzing fear where you have the covers over your head and you don't know whether someone is standing next to you, about to do something horrible. Finally I peeled the covers from my head, looked around, saw nothing, so I tried to turn on the light, it wouldn't turn on. Now I was worried, I felt to see if my pistol case was still there and locked, it was. So I grabbed a sweatshirt and hap hazardly fell on the ground and ran outside the room. All the while I was flipping lights but none would go on, fright or flight was settling in and at this point I was rushing through my apartment like a madman with all my senses flushed. Then something strange, I felt like I was being pounded back into my body with some sort of black shadow surrounding me. I could literally SEE myself.
Then I really woke up, that had all been a part of my dream, I sat there for a second and listened just to make sure no one really was in my apartment. Then I got up, fully conscious. Here's the strange part, the sweatshirt in my dream was lying next to my pistol case, even though I had just washed it and had hung it up to dry. Then I checked my pistol case, it's one of those push button deals where you can tell if someone has been tampering with it. All the buttons had been pressed. Frantically I unlock the box and take out my gun, its 4:10 in the morning. Just to be sure I sit for a second and listen for sound, almost as if on cue, I hear someone running down the hall. Now I'm pissed, I don't know why but something just doesn't feel right. I put on my clothes, put my gun in the waistband and decide to check things out (yea, stupid, but at the time I felt this was necessary). I go to the elevator, go downstairs, and enter the garage. Two large guys are standing next to my car with a juke box BLASTING. I chirp the alarm which gets their attention (they didn't see me and sure as hell didn't hear me) approach and suggest that they play there music somewhere else. They leave without saying a word.
What a way to wake up eh ?
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