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I had a bit of a strange experience last night.

I drive a tow truck part-time and had to do a DWI tow around 2:00AM this morning. When I got back, it took me about an hour and a half to get back to sleep.

While I was sleeping, I had some sort of dream that I don’t remember. After the dream though, I thought I had woken up and was just laying there with my eyes still shut in the hopes I would fall asleep again.

Now, we have a little white mutt-looking dog named Bubba and his kennel is just outside my bedroom wall. When it’s quiet in the house, I can hear him moving around or whining in there.

After I thought I had woken up and was in bed with my eyes closed, I thought I heard Bubba banging around in his kennel and whining. I was wondering what he was doing when suddenly…

BAM!!! Something grabbed my arm. I felt teeth sinking into my skin as whatever it was that was biting me began yanking my arm back and forth and tried to pull me off of my bed.

I honestly didn’t want to open my eyes to see what it was, so they stayed shut. This lasted for about ten to fifteen seconds and then stopped as suddenly as it started.

My heart was racing like I was on speed. My arm still felt weird, but I was really awake now. I was sort of anticipating whatever it was coming back for round two, but Bubba was silent (I don’t know if he ever really did make any noise) and nothing else happened.

Apparently it was all in my head, because there were no teeth marks on my arm or anything. I’ve been known to have some very realistic dreams, but seldom if ever do I ever feel pain in them (especially REAL pain like I did last night).

Very little has ever been able to freak me out since I grew out of my childhood years. Last night though, that got me.

When I was five I woke up one night and was sitting up in bed wide-awake and saw a big dog standing in the hallway of our apartment (we had no dog). My parents took me to Christian shrinks who basically said I might have seen a supernatural manifestation of one of the hounds of hell (or something to that effect). Maybe he came back to say “Hello.”

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March 20, 2004

That is freaky. I hate dreams that stick with you for a while.

March 20, 2004

Yikes! That’s freaky like that picture on your front page…damn. ryn: No….bastards!

March 20, 2004

I’m scared of those kinds of dreams. I once woke up and I was sweating, my heart was pumping as thought I ran up and down the stairs a hundred times and I couldn’t breathe correctly. Someone once told me you can die in your sleep from nightmares…oh no…I just got myself paranoid…I don’t think I’m sleeping tonight. Hee.

March 20, 2004

I’ve had acid-related flashbacks like that, in those spaces between sleep and dreaming, where I swear to god I heard someone whisper my name RIGHT in my ear but when my eyes pop open and I shoot up like an arrow in bed there’s nothing. And my heart pounds and there’s no getting back to sleep. Ever do acid?

lol sorry..that’s a great story though. too bad it’s freaky as hell. ryn: i know all too well that contentment is only an illusion that i take pleasure in whenever i can.

March 21, 2004

Freaky weird, Sometimes you have the strangest things happen to you while your asleep. Like I said last night, It would of been even weirder if you woke up and actually had marks on your arm. RYN: I don’t think my parents will ever learn the truth.

March 21, 2004

I know what you meant :o) So its all good

March 21, 2004

Uncommon, but not unheard of. I bet you’re glad not to have those too often. 🙂

March 27, 2004

I hate my dreams. Only too often, they are visions of the deaths of people I intensely care about. Sometimes I remember the actual death, sometimes I don’t. But I wake up in a cold sweat and crying, and that’s the worst part of all–not knowing what I saw.

April 12, 2004

The mind can be a terrible place. Looks like you had a really bad day in that picture on your diary’s page. Glad you got over it.