Things are happening. I feel like the veil between our world and the other has just recently undergone some kind of shift. Perhaps not a huge shift, but a noticeable one, at that. I can sometimes see shapes moving around on the other side. It’s very unnerving.
My dreams have shifted as well. The messages seem to be different. Before my dreams were intense, sometimes troubling, but always beautiful. The last couple of nights things have shifted to nightmarish landscapes with putrid and horrifying qualities.
I hardly slept at all last night. My neighbor’s dog, who never barks, barked late into the early morning. In the apartment above us there was extremely loud crashing and stomping noises until after 1 AM. My husband eventually got up at about 2:15 and did the dishes, the laundry, and watched some T.V. because everything was so loud, why even bother trying to sleep?
I was anxious before I even went to bed. The night before I had gone to bed with a giant kitchen knife next to my bed. I don’t even really know why I put it there. I don’t know what I was afraid of. I had initially put it under my pillow, but then thought better of it because my husband sharpens our knives within an inch of their lives and I didn’t want to risk tearing my sheets with it.
Last night I was reluctant to put my son in his own bed, and eventually retrieved him and brought him in to sleep with me. I have never felt unsafe in my apartment before- and I do know that I do not feel afraid as I have in the past- but I feel like something ominous is upon us.
Last night I dreamt that I was on the hill in the valley in Nevada where we grew up. The valley looked different- there were almost no houses or buildings like there are today. It also seemed like the climate had changed to one more like it is here in the Pacific NW. There was tall grass and pines where usually their would be sagebrush.
My extended family had all gathered at a large house on the hill for a wedding. I do not know whose wedding- but I know that prior to ending up at this house I had been pursued by something terrifying beyond belief. I was wanting to protect my family from whatever it was, so I decided to leave. I walked outside and suddenly it was like the air stood still- and I smelled it. Like burnt air… or ozone. At the height of the paranormal activity in our old house I used to smell it. I thought there was something wrong with our TV at the time- because the TV would make bonking noises and I would smell this scent= but it’s not something I can really describe.
As soon as I smelled it I started to run back into the house. I had to go up a long flight of wooden stairs, but before I could get very far a saucer-shaped UFO flew by me and hung in the sky above some pines a few hundred yards away. It was somewhat overcast and the UFO was prominent against the backdrop. Everyone around me was just staring at it- and it vanished. As soon as I saw that it had “left” I ran back inside the house.
From there things got ridiculously more complicated- and unfortunately I lost all but a few snippets upon waking..
Let’s just say- something is happening- I can feel it.