Bizarre experience

[nama adrift]

so, this is something that happened to me a few weeks ago now, but i am really trying to make sense of it.


I was awakened by the sound of something falling and hitting the floor, it sounded like it had been right by my bed. I ignored it and wrote it off as something I had just not put up properly and had fallen, and I tried to go back to sleep. Then not long after I heard knocking and then I opened my eyes and flipped on my light. It I had a creepy feeling, the creepy feeling you get when you feel like you aren’t alone, but no one is there. I looked around and nothing was there and it seemed to have stopped so I tried to shrug it off and turned off my light. Then I heard the knocking again, and turned on my light again. I left my light on and then tried to go back to sleep but then heard a voice quoting the raven to me. Specifically I remember the bit about there was a knock knocking on my chamber door and the raven said nevermore.
I am not sure if I actually fell back asleep or not, but I tried. Not long later I felt rage coming over me. It kind of started at my toes and all over at the same time and grew into profound rage. I started screaming and banging my hands while lying in bed. I screamed louder and louder and banged my hands harder and harder. It felt like something was taking over me, and it wasn’t me screaming, but whatever was taking over me. I said no in my mind, and it stopped leaving me feeling very weird and like I wasn’t alone. Then I definitely went to sleep and started dreaming.
The dream I had was very long, complicated, involved, and convoluted, and I only remember bits and pieces:
My step dad had just found out that he was going to jail for 30 years for some sort of drunk driving or something that had to do with alcohol. He was seemingly ok with it, and very matter of fact about it. I, however, was freaking out. Then, we were in a car driving to get away; though I don’t remember who the “we” was or why or from what we were running. I know earlier in the dream there had been something about me being pregnant and giving birth, but by this time I had my baby with me while we were driving in the car. I was taking good care of the baby, and I vaguely remember that the baby had something to do with why we were running. I don’t know if I was just afraid for her safety, or if she had a bigger part. We were driving down a road that I later realized was the road by my parent’s house. This realization wasn’t one I made in the dream but later after I woke up, but in the dream the road had a sense of familiarity. We pulled into the gas station on the corner, the same one that is by my parent’s house, but couldn’t stay because the station was full of criminals or cops. I can’t remember which they were, but which ever we were afraid of them and needed to stay away from them. I don’t know if they were the ones we were trying to get away from or if they were just a third party. So we left and kept driving. Then suddenly it was winter out. It was like we crossed a line in the road and after it was winter and before it was nondescript weather. There was snow and ice and the road was covered in a partially frozen marsh. We weren’t immediately aware of the change in weather though, and then I saw it. It was either too late to stop or we couldn’t stop in time to not go into the marsh, and I started screaming. I was terrified because I had my baby in my arms and I thought we were going to die and/or get stuck. Then we drive right into the frozen marsh, and the car gets stuck in the watery icy mud and slowly starts to sink. I was freaking out, and saying that we need to get out and get away. I was overwhelmed with a sense of urgency because I was afraid that what was chasing us was going to get us. There was a guy in the car, I believe he was the driver, but I don’t remember who he was or what he looked like. He said that we can’t leave the car because it is so cold out that we would freeze and die of exposure in minutes. Then Rachel, a girl I worked with at the time who I did not get along with at first but by the time of the dream I did and who is a very smart and good at problem solving, gets out of the car and says that if we stay in the car we will drown but that if we leave the car the worst that will happen is that we will get hypothermia or frostbite. So I got out of the car and we started trekking away, when I realize that my baby is dead. I remember just screaming bloody murder in my dream when, just after/ almost simultaneously realizing that she was dead, I saw glass shards sticking in her legs (she almost looked like a bloody pincushion filled with glass shards). She was covered in blood. Just after this realization I then realized that my baby was no longer a baby but a very realistic doll. She wasn’t flesh and bone, but silicone and plastic, and she was smaller than a real baby. There was more to this dream after that but I don’t remember it. I do remember the red though; the red of the blood and the red of Rachel’s hair. She is a redhead in real life but her hair in the dream was less orange and more red, slightly darker, and very vibrant. Her hair was an intense red. I remember how it stood out so much with the contrast of the bleak landscape, grey muddy ground, and grey sky. Also, the color of the cars at the gas station we were afraid of was red as well. It was weird.
The next thing I remember was the vision of an Asian monk in front of me chanting at me in a strange language. I didn’t like him, I was afraid and felt like he meant me no good and was trying to hurt me in some way. It was bizarre. When i saw him it was like I was looking at the image of him on a TV screen but he wasn’t in a TV it was just the image quality. The monk was surrounded in green. The green was part of him. It looked like it could have been a bright spring green, but it looked sick. The monk wasn’t sick, but the green was sick. I don’t mean that the green was sick looking, but that the green was itself sick. Then, awhile later I heard a man talking to me. He said “tasha, tasha, it is time to get up. you need to wake up. get up. get up.” the voice was gentle and calm. I don’t remember much about the man, but he was and older Asian man who seemed to be surrounded by bright white. The white wasn’t super bright like a light bulb shining in your face, though I knew it could be. It was subdued, but not in a bad way. When did wake I realized that my alarm was going off.

[seekerofspirituality]

It is indeed a bizarre experience. I don´t know much about all of this because I´m a beginner in the astral fields myself.
But I do have my opinion.
It is likely that you came across a daemon who was trying to posses you but you refused and thereby forcing him out of your body. But you didn´t banish the daemon away from your room. Might be that the daemon inflicted such a dream so that he could scare you, therefore you shouldn´t take the dream seriously because it might just an attempt to make you weaker by fear. Daemons like to scare you, so might be (if the can make you dream something) that he try´d to screw you up this way. Don´t really know how you can banish daemons, but what I would do is try to call upon an Angel or ask God to help me.

[nama adrift]

thanks for you input. i hope thats not what it was! however that thought has crossed my mind. i wonder, are there any more psychically developed people out there that know how to tell the difference?

i forgot to include this, and am not sure if it matters, but the next day when i was at work i mentioned to one of the guysi work with that i had had a weird night and oddly enough he said he had too. he said he had heard knocking noises periodically through the night, and had had a weird dream.

[seekerofspirituality]

Strangely I had the same thing last night.
Something like a loud ´THACK´ followed by a very unpleasant feeling.
Also felt like to room was colder after that sound, wonder really what it was.
Did not had the voice you had, or continuous sounds just that one loud sound.
The dream I had was not very clear, so can´t really tell where it is about.
Only just before waking up, heard a voice saying close to me (still in the dream) something like ´immortal being´.

[nama adrift]

creepy. stuff like that freaks me out, but i am starting to get better at keeping my head. i have found that it has become easier to remember my dreams if, before i move or turn on the light, i go over what happened in my head and then write as much as i can remember down on paper.