I'd like to start by saying that I am no stranger to having fairly involved and vivid dreams and have a life-long history with exploring the
dream-state. That will be a topic for another thread at some point but to give you some idea, more times than I can count throughout my life I've
had dreams that end up being a perfect snapshot of some, usually inconsequential, future event. I've lived lifetimes in my dreams, where months or
years have gone by in a single night and I wake up feeling exhausted, though I've slept the night through. I've entered other people's dreams
(though so far not intentionally) to help them in some way and have had them mention it or thank me for it after the fact (in 'real' life). I've
had dreams where I'm completely outside myself or am dreaming through the eyes of a totally different person where the actual me has no bearing or
relevance to anything going on.. Just to give a few examples so you understand a bit more of my own frame of reference and history with dreaming, in
the context of the one I'm about to share.
Thankfully, nightmares or bad dreams are quite a rarity for me.. I can count on one hand the number of times I've had a negative dream in my almost
36 years. There was one night however, one “dream” that I had that I'm not still fully convinced wasn't something more, or something else
entirely. I still remember it clear as day although this is going back a handful of years, when I lived in this little apartment before I bought the
house I'm currently in. The bedroom had these great, big bay windows that my bed faced which gave a really beautiful and unobstructed view
overlooking the town I live in and the mountains surrounding us, quite close in the backdrop. I live in a small little town in the Kootenay Rockies
of BC, Canada.
So one night, I woke up in the middle of the night and my eyes were drawn to the windows. They had these cheapo bamboo blinds covering them which
were rolled down at night to block out a bit of light, but you could still see pretty clearly through. There were all these points of light that I
could see, moving around behind the blinds so I got up out of bed and moved to the window to get a better look. I left the blinds down as I could
peek around them to get a decent view and when I did, I could see all these balls of light, maybe two or three dozen, flying around in the air all
over above the town, swooping low over houses and back up, illuminated against the dark backdrop of the mountains.
After watching for a few moments, I started to hear all these different voices coming from all over town, all screaming. No words, just these
terrifying, terrified screams. At that point, even though I was standing there in the dark still behind the blinds and there weren't any lights in
my immediate area that I could see, I got a sense that “they” (whoever/whatever the balls of light were) had become aware that I was watching and
was aware of them. Then the terror hit.. In an instant I was completely overcome by this white hot, blinding sense of abject terror, the likes of
which I have never even come close to experiencing a fraction of in my life, either before or after this, whether in waking life or in dream. It was
like this visceral terror that I could feel right down to the cellular level that consumed me to my very core and was all I was aware of. I started
screaming.. as if every fibre of my entire being was reacting to this monstrosity of horror that was happening and was trying to escape from the
physical present through the vocal release of a never ending scream that seemed to last forever..
And then I woke up. ..I sat up for a minute then got out of bed, still shaking from the remnants of the terror my mind had just experienced and
looked outside.. everything was as it should be, my little town quietly and peacefully sleeping through the night, with no hint of anything being
amiss, whether with me or anything/anyone else.
I have never had a false awakening either before or after this and to this day, over 6 years later, I can still feel a shadow of the terror that
engulfed me that night when I think about it. I'm feeling shaky even now from the writing of this account, just in the remembering of it.
I've since had trouble classifying this event as simply a dream, though of course it could be just that.. perhaps it was one of the dreams where I
will get a snapshot of some future event although I doubt that as the dream took place specifically where I lived at the time which is different than
I do now and whenever I do get those future snapshot dreams, they're exact in their portrayal of the event although often times I don't understand
them at the time because I don't understand the context of what is happening. Sleep Paralysis? That one I have a hard time with as well because I
wasn't paralyzed in the dream and was (what I thought) fully conscious and moving around until I woke up for real the second time. Alien abduction
and/or incursion that no one has memory of? Not outside the realm, I guess.. I've been at a bit of a loss with this one since it happened, being so
unlike anything I've ever experienced and so different from literally every single other dream I've ever had in my life.
Anyways, I've been meaning to put this particular dream out on here for discussion for a while now.. in my own trying to make sense of or understand
it, perhaps someone will be able to share a different perspective on it. I welcome any thoughts.