Half of the time, I can’t remember the things I dream. It seems like when I do remember them I’d wish I didn’t. Yesterday was one of those days. Maybe I watch too many horror movies or maybe I am just a disturbed person. My dreams have been imbedded into my head. What’s worse is they are happening in the state of sleep paralysis (half asleep/half awake) which can be outright terrifying.
Yesterday, I was feeling exhausted around two in the afternoon. I decided to lie down and take a nap before the kids came home from school. I’m sure it was the snow that had crept into Oklahoma recently that made me feel so sleepy. I curled up into the bed and nuzzled under the covers. I dreamed I was taking a nap and woke up. In my bedroom, there was an attic door on the ceiling that had been pulled down with the door extended. In reality, there is only access to the attic up the stairs and it is a walk in attic.
In the dream, I was only slightly alarmed by the open attic. I climbed out of bed and in my living room there was another attic on the ceiling with the ladder extended. In the dining room, it was the same thing only the ladder had been broken into pieces on the floor. The hallway closet was open. It was the open closet that made my heart start to race.
I picked up my cellphone and dialed 911. The operator was an idiot who I repeatedly gave my address to over and over again. It was as if I was on a three-way call with the 911 operator and the police department. I pleaded for them to send someone to my house and stated that someone is in here with me.
As I am pleading for them to help me, everything in my house turns on almost as if the electricity had been out. The fans are spinning at their highest speeds. The televisions and radios are all blaring loudly. All of the lights came on at the same time. At this point I look down the hallway and I noticed my son’s door begin to open and a shadow creeps out into the hallway. I take off back towards my bedroom and into my closet where the safe room is located. I make it into the room and slam the door behind me. I manage to lock it as whoever it is stands on the other side trying to turn the knob. I can see a shadow underneath the door.
Then I wake up, fully alert. My heart is pounding in my chest. I look at the clock and only about a half an hour has passed since I first laid in the bed. Yeah, nap time was over.
Later that night after I sent the kids to bed, I climbed into my bed around 10:30pm. I dreamed I woke up again and the bathroom door and closet doors were open. Immediately, I felt startled. I never sleep with doors open. I heard whispering all around me and one by one I started to see these cloud-like, smoky images in front of me. They appeared to have facial features and it looked as though they were whispering. I tried to climb out of the bed but I was tangled in the covers. I knew I was dreaming and was trying to get myself to wake up. The whispers felt as if they were getting louder and louder.
I woke with a jolt and all at once there was silence. I glanced over at the clock and thirty minutes had passed yet again.
Am I saying my house is haunted? Not at all. I do think something is weighing on my subconscious though. Maybe I am being haunted by something like my own failure. Who really knows though, right? Maybe I just watch to many horror movies…