reply to post by Gradius Maximus
After a day or so of a lot of difficulty sleeping I had a similar experience.. and an odd dream.
I had visited the family that lived in my old home we sold off years ago. I was a darker, more reckless person when I lived there. Far more violent
and fuelled my skills with hate and anger.. it explains my feelings towards psychic vampires and their ilk and why I believe so firmly they need to be
impeded or neutered spiritually for their own safety and the safety of those that love them. Make them work to get their strength back. Good, honest
discipline, study and effort.
The dream took place there, but the house was rebuilt. I knew in waking life it had been rebuilt. But the structure still stands and a young boy
there, their son.. no more than 12 or 14, about the age I was when I had started the path... he was curious about the house. He wanted to know what it
was like when I had lived there. I took him around.. showed him all the little spots that were hidden from unsuspecting eyes that you could hide away
things that boys his age liked to hide. I told him of the history of the house.. my family built the house from nothing when their home burned down on
the same plot.
Scrubbed away the ashes and rebuilt.. We were standing in the front porch, looking over the family's book collection.. he was studious.. He reminded
me a lot of myself at that age, but not full of turmoil, not shaken by the changes taking hold of his life.. and then.. I saw a bear outside. Not a
grizzly or any bear particularly out of place in that neck of the woods. It was not quite an urban area or not quite a rural area. It wasn't uncommon
to see some creatures wander out of the nearby woods and poke around at trash cans, which was what this one was doing.
It smelled something. It walked in the open garage door and went to investigate the smell in the house.. the young boy saw what I saw and panicked,
ran to save his little sister.. barely more than a toddler but would be right in the path of that bear if it came through the breezeway door. I yelled
at him and tried to grab the back of his shirt to make him stop.. I told him to stay with me and I'd call 911. If the bear got him there'd be two
people dead that day, not one.
He didn't listen to me. He tore free and ran into the living room. The bear finished playing nice with the door and just thumped it off its hinges
just in time to get a facefull of angry, reckless, defensive teenager. I'm a pragmatic person.. but I also have a weakness for kids. I normally
wouldn't be this stupid or reckless, but the dream.. maybe my subconscious.. it knew my weakness. It knew where to hit me. I grabbed my cellphone
from my pocket and chunked it as hard as I could at the bear's head from 15 feet away. It hit pretty hard, bears don't like being hit.
I ran out the front door without looking behind me, the bear smashed through the sliding glass doors of the living room without much of a pause.. it
chased me around the side yard, I had hoped to lure it far enough away from the kids that they could get to safety and hopefully the kid would be
smart enough to recover my cellphone and call 911.
I didn't make it far. I didn't really think about how fast bears could run. Just at the end there.. just in that moment of the fear of death, I kind
of realised I was dreaming, but to me it didn't make it any more deadly.. but I had remembered what I had to do.. what I had to do to survive it. The
bear got me by the arm and I had already worked up what I needed and as soon as it started thrashing me, I let my bowels go. Best thing to do in a
bear attack. Play dead. Real dead.
It started to hesitate and I tried not to breathe.. and then I woke up. Kind of like you said.. full of life.. full of energy. That's not how I wake
up from nightmares like that. But I woke up full of purpose. I'm hard to get up in the morning. I linger, I ponder over my dreams and thoughts.. And
I don't react well to bright lights in either case. Takes me a while to steel myself to get out into the sunshine.
And then it hit me. I don't know what. Like a recoil. One moment I was out of bed and the next my legs went out from under me. Not like slipping or
something.. My body just instantly ceased to follow my commands and I was going down as fast as I came up. I barely had enough time to angle my weight
towards the bed to get a somewhat soft landing before my entire nervous system went out on me. It only lasted about 3 to 5 seconds but it was
disconcerting. Nothing worked. Couldn't move at all, didn't want to move. Everything hurt in a dull, not quite aware of the full extent of the pain,
but really aware that it was all over my body.
Then the pain was gone, save for the bruise that was probably going to develop along my shins from where I hit my bedrail.
I don't know what it is. Still don't.. but today.. my mind has simulatanously been in overclocked, freshly organized, dusted and oiled mode... and
then a strange, discombulated fog. The slips that come out of my mouth infer that when I'm in the fog, I've somewhat lost my sense of linear time. I
know what I'm thinking about or intend to say, but the words reference things that happened days or hours or weeks ago or later..
I told an advertiser for a newspaper that I already had a prescription to it. Surprise.. it was mentioned about 2 hours later that I needed to pick up
a prescription for my family member. That slip of the mouth and coincidence was odd enough. I held up a reciept at the drugstore and told her I got my
drink back at the optical center. That was the next stop on the way home. I was aware of going to the eye doctor's, but.. things have been jumbled,
out of order when the fog hits. Today worries me.