Last night after using the bathroom I went back into my sleeping bag that was on the living room floor. Quickly afterwards I had the fallowing dream.
I was in my room, getting up to go get some water. My room light was on but the rest of the house was in the dark.- How it usually is in awoke time.
As I was walking unto the hallway that separates my room from the kitchen I clicked the light switch up It didn't come on. I went to the kitchen and I tried to turn on the light switch there. It didn't come on either. By then my heat started to pump and something just seemed a little to eerie for my liking.
I decided to make a run back to the safety of my room. As I was in the hallway that now had turned into a very long tunnel with me just barley able to see my room door at the end,
I saw I shadowy figure of a human.
( The whole time I was dreaming I actually thought it was real life. That is a first for me. Anyway.. )
My heart was pumping and I was very scared so
I started to run as fast as I could. Behind my closed door that I was getting a little closer to I could see a bit of light under it...I ran faster, and faster...faster then I ever could toward the light.
I felt like my heart was going to burst.
Finally right when I reached my door handle and my shaky hand was turning the knob the shadow figure smashed into me, my body literally felt crushed. I couldn't breathe and I hurt all over.
My back was now to the door and the shadows figure had 'its' two hands on my throat.
I couldn't see "it" because it was too dark but I surly felt 'it'. I tried screaming but nothing come out.
My head felt light, I was twisting and turning my body, trying to yell, cry, or just make a sound.
I felt like I was dying. But then like a sudden flash
I saw a book right in my reach. I grabbed it and started to bang it on the door, as hard and fast as
I could. Somehow I just knew if I did that my parents
( whom are dead. May the R.I.P. )
would come. The hands on my throat got tighter and tighter until I felt like my head was going to pop off. But I kept banging my door with the book, more frantically then ever. Finally the figure left me alone. I still felt it was there.
But it was no longer touching me.
I then went into my room. The light was on but I was still terrified. I was just standing by the light, afraid it would go out, crying, then I yelled out hoarsely that come out as a whisper 'mummy, daddy!' Immediately they came.
My father picked me up while my mum walked me out the same hallway I had just be fighting for my life in. I felt safe though. They then took me to a sunny outside dinner, opened the book I had been banging the door with and prayed with me.
I then fell asleep. And that's all I remember.
My fellow mates whom had been sleeping on the ground with me said I had me kicking and turning in my sleep, I also had been whimpering.
Right when they were going to wake me I went into a peaceful sleep. They then did the same.
Just out of curiosity is my subconscious trying to tell me something or is this a deeper psychology issue?
2007-12-27
07:28:17
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