Very Unsure but Seeking Guidance
Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2016 5:16 pm
Hello. This is my first time writing on this forum, of which I joined to ask its members for help. As of January 9 2016, I have had the suspicion my strange dreams were tied to even stranger experiences. I worry that the 'dream' I had very early on the 9th could be related to either a sleep disorder or the possibility that I, like many people here, have been contacted by extraterrestrials – or someone posing as such. Later in this post I will describe the dream, but I'd much like to go into some of the strange happenings in my life that could be tied to this event.
To start, I'm very young. I looked around at the requirements to sign up and didn't see anything about age, so I've registered anyway. I was born [RESCINDED, and I've lived in small cities/rural [RESCINDED] all my life. [RESCINDED] is a quiet place, and if you've ever been here, you'd understand what I mean. [RESCINDED] I could never really mention my fears. Since I was very small, I've been afraid of these 'figures.' I was never able to sleep in a dark room. Something unique, however; I always slept with my face covered, or facing the wall. For whatever reason, I can't stand to see my entire room while trying to sleep. I'm almost certain I do this because I'm afraid of seeing something – insinuating I have may have seen something before, long ago.
I have seen a UFO, a few years back. I always watched the sky as a child, saying from even an early age that I [RESCINDED]. At the time of the sighting, I was playing in my back yard alone. It's probable that I was around [RESCINDED] years old, but I can't place a specific date. Up in the sky was a triangular shape. It was black, with rounded edges. I have found a 3D model somewhere on this forum that looks almost exactly like what I saw (I might link it at the end of this post if I can find it again). I remember [RESCINDED]
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They're always so strange. I can remember a few of them when I wake up, but only pieces. It's not uncommon for me to wake up in a cold sweat after one of these strange dreams. [RESCINDED] The nightmares were more vivid, but made even less sense, and were more frightening. I wasn't sleeping properly. Around October, I decided to get my pellets packed, and started sleeping at 9:30 with all the lights off in my room. It was so difficult at first. As I've mentioned before, I am afraid of certain things in the dark. Thus, I opened my curtains to let light from the street in.
The first strange encounter I had was not long after that. In possibly late November, I fell asleep at an average hour, facing away from the window right next to my bed. I don't remember the dream I had that night, if I had dreamed at all. Sometime during the night, though, I woke up in that same position, facing the rest of my room away from that window. I felt like something needed to be taken care of urgently, as if I was in danger. I was suffering from sleep paralysis, which I've been experiencing since [RESCINDED] That night I was very fearful, looking into the light reflecting off the white wall. I seemed to know that something was outside.
I believe that after that, I fell back asleep, but woke shortly after. I twisted my back to look out the window and saw a hooded figure with bright eyes looking into my window. Then I flopped back down and fell asleep again. I don't particularly believe that this was real, but I was in a half-asleep state. Around November I was having several dreams about home invasion, so I do choose to believe that these dreams were related to someone or something invading my mental personal space.
[RESCINDED] I mean, I'm not antisocial. I just have problems trusting people with this caliber of information about myself.
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On [RESCINDED], very early in the morning, I was struck with the possibility that I could have been contacted. The previous sleep, I went to bed at 11:00 pm. This is later than the usual 9:30 bedtime for me. The sleep wasn't fulfilling, and I felt as if I were barely drifting beyond consciousness. For most of my time asleep, I didn't dream. But, somewhere among my subconscious, a dream began.
I was riding north in the passenger seat of my dad's car. It happened like my dream self was waking up in the car, like this alternate version of myself had been asleep the entire time I had been awake, only to wake just as I slipped away. Sensation started with the tug of the transition between gears, my dad shifting to match the required speed riding up the lonely highway. When my eyes finally opened, I watched the tall stalks of corn pass us by in the fields accompanying the road. The stand of corn ended and opened to a soybean field, laden with the evening sunlight. All was peaceful by appearance, but something lingered beyond. The feeling of dread grew and grew, then ended with an explosion. I assume that there was a detonation somewhere east of our location, because after that I 'woke up.' Or, rather, I was conscious after that dream.
Upon waking, I was frightened, as I tend to be after these dreams. My room was full of light from the window, courtesy of the parking lot across the street. I could see clearly. For a moment or two I lay there unmoving, thinking about my dream, as well as looking around the room. I wasn't prepared for what I saw in the darkest corner of my room, just beyond a bookshelf. A figure started to take shape. I thought, No, you've been afraid of nothing before. What you're seeing now is nothing. It continued to become more and more clear to me, then stepping closer and closer. It was right next to my bed, so close I could reach out to it. But I didn't. After all these years of fearing the creatures I always thought to be so close by, waiting in the dark, I was afraid. Nothing was communicated between us, and I made no attempt to even try. To my left, I finally noticed its partner. If I remember correctly, it was just barely taller with a thinner face. At this point time seemed to speed up. These figures shuffled around my bed so quickly, their movements blurred. I described it as my eyeballs shaking in their sockets, like my eyes had been turned into maracas. A few seconds later I was laying in bed, wide awake, my eyes still 'quaking.' The time was 3:34 am.
I turned on the light and promptly wrote what happened down. Because I wrote the encounter down within 10 minutes of it happening, I KNOW that this situation (despite its probability of being a hallucination) happened to me exactly as described, and has not been imprinted with new memories.
Here I will write a brief description of what I saw in my room. I am an amateur artist, but I am too disturbed by what I saw to put it onto paper from my hand. These creatures were short, about 40 inches tall, and were dark brown or gray in color. They had deep eyes that were slightly larger in proportion to a human's. I didn't really see their hands, nor their feet, but they had rather small bodies. The only other thing I can remember about them was that they had wrinkled foreheads, as if they were very old.
I'm unsure how to say how this had an effect on me. For the first few weeks, I was in denial, and refused to accept that I had had the experience. Come February and I was starting to have panic attacks. Driving to school one day it caught me off guard – the light from an oncoming truck's headlights frightened me into a panic. I'm not sure why I had a reaction to the light, it was so sudden. It almost felt like a flashback or memory to something, though I am not sure of what that might be. Now, I can't sleep through an entire night very often. It's not a huge problem yet, but I'm still worried that it will become a future issue. Besides physical things, any time I would recount the experience to either myself or a very close friend, I would start shaking uncontrollably and sweat profusely. I would feel so cold and the shaking was like an extreme shiver. I would also cry, at times, such as when [RESCINDED].
I am much calmer now since things have wound down. It's now March and I am coming to accept different possibilities, which is my reason for coming to this forum. I have had several strange dreams, episodes of sleep paralysis with a new symptom, and a high resting pulse. I also find it difficult sometimes to calm my breathing. The new problem with my sleeping is this extreme buzzing sound. It comes with the paralysis, slowly and softly at first, then magnifies to incredible volumes. It causes me a great deal of stress. I don't experience anything beyond the sound, though, except for the occasional feeling of fear and being watched. Also, in reference to the origin of the buzz, there is nothing in my house that could produce such a noise. I have investigated our dryer (asked my dad if he was drying clothes that night, nothing), my ceiling fan (I don't tend to sleep with it on, it also doesn't match the frequency at all so I don't think it is a particularly capable source) and cars passing by. So far, the cars seem most likely, besides the fact that the buzzing seems to last forever and doesn't fade out. It just stops, unlike a car or truck passing by.
I can think of many other dream events to relate to the frightening qualities one previously described, but they were never so realistic in setting or in mannerisms. Usually my dreams contain altered settings, even if it's somewhere like my house. Also, I don't believe I have ever seen these figures in my dreams before.
I'll describe one dream that sticks out, though. I don't remember much about it, but it mostly consisted of walking into a forest. Inside the woods was a place of education, possibly describable as a college. There, I entered the library and checked out a book. The book was about something very secretive, but I don't quite remember what it was. I read it for a certain amount of time, then started to feel ill. I crumpled to the floor. In waking time, I was gaining consciousness, but just before I opened my eyes I heard a voice. It told me: [RESCINDED] The voice seemed to have origins outside of the dream, as if it were a separate entity entirely. If you could make a piece of metal talk, that is would this voice sounded like. It was robotic, cold, and harsh. I had that dream back in [RESCINDED].
I only have one idea of what the dream could mean, and the theory itself is incredibly outlandish. The thought has come to me that, what if [RESCINDED]
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I know that this has been terribly long, and I apologize. I'm young and afraid with no one to talk to. There have been other events, like mysterious blood on my clothes upon waking with no apparent source, and [RESCINDED]. I've shortened this post slightly by only mentioning them in passing here. I've been waiting years to write about these things without judgment, and I hope I can come to some kind of path to conclusion here. I may not be ready yet to accept what's been happening here, but I believe that I'm prepared for the suggestion that I have been visited before in my life. Thank you so much for reading all the way to the end, and I hope you have a good day.
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To start, I'm very young. I looked around at the requirements to sign up and didn't see anything about age, so I've registered anyway. I was born [RESCINDED, and I've lived in small cities/rural [RESCINDED] all my life. [RESCINDED] is a quiet place, and if you've ever been here, you'd understand what I mean. [RESCINDED] I could never really mention my fears. Since I was very small, I've been afraid of these 'figures.' I was never able to sleep in a dark room. Something unique, however; I always slept with my face covered, or facing the wall. For whatever reason, I can't stand to see my entire room while trying to sleep. I'm almost certain I do this because I'm afraid of seeing something – insinuating I have may have seen something before, long ago.
I have seen a UFO, a few years back. I always watched the sky as a child, saying from even an early age that I [RESCINDED]. At the time of the sighting, I was playing in my back yard alone. It's probable that I was around [RESCINDED] years old, but I can't place a specific date. Up in the sky was a triangular shape. It was black, with rounded edges. I have found a 3D model somewhere on this forum that looks almost exactly like what I saw (I might link it at the end of this post if I can find it again). I remember [RESCINDED]
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They're always so strange. I can remember a few of them when I wake up, but only pieces. It's not uncommon for me to wake up in a cold sweat after one of these strange dreams. [RESCINDED] The nightmares were more vivid, but made even less sense, and were more frightening. I wasn't sleeping properly. Around October, I decided to get my pellets packed, and started sleeping at 9:30 with all the lights off in my room. It was so difficult at first. As I've mentioned before, I am afraid of certain things in the dark. Thus, I opened my curtains to let light from the street in.
The first strange encounter I had was not long after that. In possibly late November, I fell asleep at an average hour, facing away from the window right next to my bed. I don't remember the dream I had that night, if I had dreamed at all. Sometime during the night, though, I woke up in that same position, facing the rest of my room away from that window. I felt like something needed to be taken care of urgently, as if I was in danger. I was suffering from sleep paralysis, which I've been experiencing since [RESCINDED] That night I was very fearful, looking into the light reflecting off the white wall. I seemed to know that something was outside.
I believe that after that, I fell back asleep, but woke shortly after. I twisted my back to look out the window and saw a hooded figure with bright eyes looking into my window. Then I flopped back down and fell asleep again. I don't particularly believe that this was real, but I was in a half-asleep state. Around November I was having several dreams about home invasion, so I do choose to believe that these dreams were related to someone or something invading my mental personal space.
[RESCINDED] I mean, I'm not antisocial. I just have problems trusting people with this caliber of information about myself.
[RESCINDED]
On [RESCINDED], very early in the morning, I was struck with the possibility that I could have been contacted. The previous sleep, I went to bed at 11:00 pm. This is later than the usual 9:30 bedtime for me. The sleep wasn't fulfilling, and I felt as if I were barely drifting beyond consciousness. For most of my time asleep, I didn't dream. But, somewhere among my subconscious, a dream began.
I was riding north in the passenger seat of my dad's car. It happened like my dream self was waking up in the car, like this alternate version of myself had been asleep the entire time I had been awake, only to wake just as I slipped away. Sensation started with the tug of the transition between gears, my dad shifting to match the required speed riding up the lonely highway. When my eyes finally opened, I watched the tall stalks of corn pass us by in the fields accompanying the road. The stand of corn ended and opened to a soybean field, laden with the evening sunlight. All was peaceful by appearance, but something lingered beyond. The feeling of dread grew and grew, then ended with an explosion. I assume that there was a detonation somewhere east of our location, because after that I 'woke up.' Or, rather, I was conscious after that dream.
Upon waking, I was frightened, as I tend to be after these dreams. My room was full of light from the window, courtesy of the parking lot across the street. I could see clearly. For a moment or two I lay there unmoving, thinking about my dream, as well as looking around the room. I wasn't prepared for what I saw in the darkest corner of my room, just beyond a bookshelf. A figure started to take shape. I thought, No, you've been afraid of nothing before. What you're seeing now is nothing. It continued to become more and more clear to me, then stepping closer and closer. It was right next to my bed, so close I could reach out to it. But I didn't. After all these years of fearing the creatures I always thought to be so close by, waiting in the dark, I was afraid. Nothing was communicated between us, and I made no attempt to even try. To my left, I finally noticed its partner. If I remember correctly, it was just barely taller with a thinner face. At this point time seemed to speed up. These figures shuffled around my bed so quickly, their movements blurred. I described it as my eyeballs shaking in their sockets, like my eyes had been turned into maracas. A few seconds later I was laying in bed, wide awake, my eyes still 'quaking.' The time was 3:34 am.
I turned on the light and promptly wrote what happened down. Because I wrote the encounter down within 10 minutes of it happening, I KNOW that this situation (despite its probability of being a hallucination) happened to me exactly as described, and has not been imprinted with new memories.
Here I will write a brief description of what I saw in my room. I am an amateur artist, but I am too disturbed by what I saw to put it onto paper from my hand. These creatures were short, about 40 inches tall, and were dark brown or gray in color. They had deep eyes that were slightly larger in proportion to a human's. I didn't really see their hands, nor their feet, but they had rather small bodies. The only other thing I can remember about them was that they had wrinkled foreheads, as if they were very old.
I'm unsure how to say how this had an effect on me. For the first few weeks, I was in denial, and refused to accept that I had had the experience. Come February and I was starting to have panic attacks. Driving to school one day it caught me off guard – the light from an oncoming truck's headlights frightened me into a panic. I'm not sure why I had a reaction to the light, it was so sudden. It almost felt like a flashback or memory to something, though I am not sure of what that might be. Now, I can't sleep through an entire night very often. It's not a huge problem yet, but I'm still worried that it will become a future issue. Besides physical things, any time I would recount the experience to either myself or a very close friend, I would start shaking uncontrollably and sweat profusely. I would feel so cold and the shaking was like an extreme shiver. I would also cry, at times, such as when [RESCINDED].
I am much calmer now since things have wound down. It's now March and I am coming to accept different possibilities, which is my reason for coming to this forum. I have had several strange dreams, episodes of sleep paralysis with a new symptom, and a high resting pulse. I also find it difficult sometimes to calm my breathing. The new problem with my sleeping is this extreme buzzing sound. It comes with the paralysis, slowly and softly at first, then magnifies to incredible volumes. It causes me a great deal of stress. I don't experience anything beyond the sound, though, except for the occasional feeling of fear and being watched. Also, in reference to the origin of the buzz, there is nothing in my house that could produce such a noise. I have investigated our dryer (asked my dad if he was drying clothes that night, nothing), my ceiling fan (I don't tend to sleep with it on, it also doesn't match the frequency at all so I don't think it is a particularly capable source) and cars passing by. So far, the cars seem most likely, besides the fact that the buzzing seems to last forever and doesn't fade out. It just stops, unlike a car or truck passing by.
I can think of many other dream events to relate to the frightening qualities one previously described, but they were never so realistic in setting or in mannerisms. Usually my dreams contain altered settings, even if it's somewhere like my house. Also, I don't believe I have ever seen these figures in my dreams before.
I'll describe one dream that sticks out, though. I don't remember much about it, but it mostly consisted of walking into a forest. Inside the woods was a place of education, possibly describable as a college. There, I entered the library and checked out a book. The book was about something very secretive, but I don't quite remember what it was. I read it for a certain amount of time, then started to feel ill. I crumpled to the floor. In waking time, I was gaining consciousness, but just before I opened my eyes I heard a voice. It told me: [RESCINDED] The voice seemed to have origins outside of the dream, as if it were a separate entity entirely. If you could make a piece of metal talk, that is would this voice sounded like. It was robotic, cold, and harsh. I had that dream back in [RESCINDED].
I only have one idea of what the dream could mean, and the theory itself is incredibly outlandish. The thought has come to me that, what if [RESCINDED]
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I know that this has been terribly long, and I apologize. I'm young and afraid with no one to talk to. There have been other events, like mysterious blood on my clothes upon waking with no apparent source, and [RESCINDED]. I've shortened this post slightly by only mentioning them in passing here. I've been waiting years to write about these things without judgment, and I hope I can come to some kind of path to conclusion here. I may not be ready yet to accept what's been happening here, but I believe that I'm prepared for the suggestion that I have been visited before in my life. Thank you so much for reading all the way to the end, and I hope you have a good day.
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