I awoke as I often do from the depths of sleep immediate and startled as if escaping a nightmare yet the dream is always tranquil I don't like complete darkness a slight crack of the door allowing in a bit of hallway light is just enough to make out the room I check the alarm clock and see that it is 3:33 a time often repeated as I am called to consciousness from peaceful rest this happens quite often so often in fact that I keep a recorder bedside to turn on before returning to sleep
I spot something in the far right corner two small pale orbs about a foot off the floor slowly, almost imperceptibly moving upward the crack of the door begins to close there is no light save for the two... wait...these are not orbs they are eyes and they are fixed on me and they are no longer moving upward but towards me ever so slowly...methodically I vaguely see the outline of it's head long and narrow with a tapered chin I cannot only feel, but literally hear my heart pounding everything becomes intense the darkness, the quiet, the fear like a child I bury myself beneath the thick down comforter and begin to pray but before I can whisper 'Our Father who art in Heaven...' I feel the comforter being slowly pulled from just beyond my feet I manage a weak scream and a final whispered plea before the pounding stops "Who are you?"
there were no signs of a break-in or struggle no items taken yet the police have no explanation for what they heard on my recorder... "I am death"
based on actual events - other than the dying part
I manage to walk a few miles every 2 or 3 days in a failing effort to loosen the muscles and ease the soreness of bad knees and a dissolving spine we no longer discuss when it will happen but rather when did it happen exactly what day did the line go straight and then turn downward ever so slightly there is some comfort in having friends with the same affliction
I am pulled back to the Ocean drawn like an addict to the smell every group of gulls riding the shoreline every hour slowed
I feel energy there as the Sun lowers as the children and fisherman return home as the whispers of those gone before me are carried by the ocean breeze
my dreams they are rekindled nightmares of my most negative bits of life they move like thick syrup along a cold plate drawn out slowly with no resolution in sight bringing me to the edge of madness and then I am awakened with a thud as if I have fallen from the sky
perhaps a mechanism or some caring soul slapping me into consciousness to save me from the real dark stuff
I've experienced the other side in many ways I've been touched attacked threatened I have also heard the gentle voices of distant souls allowing me a moment of connection I am not quite sure how dreams are intertwined but I am quite sure that they are
I am not the homeless madman the lunatic on a boat to nowhere what do I do with the information I have gathered? the numbers the dreams the sky drops into bed I'm living a dmt trip without the dmt I can tell you what I see but you can't see I can tell you what I hear but you can't hear I can tell you that a spirit lives with me but you will never meet him
I saw it in a movie once an explanation I noticed them and they noticed that I noticed them so many ways they reveal themselves if you could see what I see perhaps I could find solace in the knowing
I once had doubts about what I witnessed. This is no longer the case