It
was late at night when she finally fell on her bed and was able to rest. She
had worked all day long and then had to do some work at home. That’s what you
get for choosing to be a teacher and not just a simple office job where you can
close the door and leave everything behind when you head home.
She
was quite happy with her job and she got a kick of being with the teenagers.
Somehow this also kept her young, so she imagined. However, that night after
slumping over a stack of essays, something drew her to her bedroom. She only
had enough time to brush her teeth and it seemed like as soon as her head hit
the pillow she went into a deep trance.
Her
dreams were always so real and vivid, filled with colors. Although she knew
that colorful dreams were associated to medication and craziness (she had read about
it in some scientific magazine while she was waiting to see a doctor), she
appreciated her dreams and sometimes they were much more interesting than
reality.
However,
that night her dream started out in a peculiar way. Her body was facing
downwards and her face was smack in the middle of the pillow. It seemed as if
she were being sucked in by the mattress. It frightened her tremendously and
somehow she was aware that it was a dream (or was it?). When she tried hard to
turn around, she realized that her body was paralyzed. Her mouth opened as an
attempt to scream. It seemed like she was screaming, but no sound was coming
out. Nonetheless, the scream in her head for help was loud and clear.
This
event had happened on many occasions, but this time she wasn’t able to snap out
of it. Her heart started to beat faster and faster. Was she having some kind of
heart attack? Was she going to die? Suddenly she heard a sweet voice mixed with
the sound of a needle scratching a record.
“Everything
is going to be all right. There is no need to be afraid.”
Somehow
that voice soothed her. It comforted her in a way that her heart calmed down
and she was breathing as if she were in her yoga class. All of a sudden she
started to levitate. Her body rose about a meter or so and was gently turned
over. She managed to open her eyes and noticed that her bedroom was illuminated
in a bright purple light. It was so beautiful and peaceful at the same time. But
was she awake? Or was she dreaming? It seemed so real.
Then
when she looked towards the doorway and she saw him. He was tall and his skin
was dark gray. His eyes were shaped like almonds, no nose, no ears. His arms
crossed. As he watched her, a chill ran up her spine. He spoke to her but his
lips weren’t moving.
“There
is no need to fight us.”
Us?
Who were us? He was the only one standing there. She could not make heads or
tails of what was happening. She knew she had to figure out a way to wake up.
She
decided to pray. Why in the world would she get that idea? She was a Christian
and she usually said her prayers before she laid down her head or as she was
falling asleep. But on that night she hadn’t. She started with the Our Father.
Apparently that was the only prayers that she could think of.
Immediately
the purple light disappeared and that man leaning against the door frame waved
his hand as if he were getting rid of a fly that was pestering his face.
Her
body dropped and fell on her bed. She opened her eyes and realized that she had
woken up. She was in her bedroom; no lights on. She looked to the right; window
closed. She looked to the left; man gone.
The
morning sunlight woke her up, and as she looked in the bathroom mirror she
noticed that she had red marks on her shoulders that weren’t there the night
before.
This
dream reoccurred on several occasions being that the only differences were the
color of the lights and the red marks on her body. Sometimes the colors were
green, blue, yellow and red. The red marks also appeared on her back and
stomach.
To
this day, she wonders whether they were dreams or some close encounters of the
4th kind.
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(April
16, 2014)
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