It’s that time again!

Oh no!

Or rather, at least for Helen. Poor poor Helen. She always hates this entry. This entry is about another bad dream I had. Don’t worry Helen, I don’t always have bad dreams. I have good dreams too. I just don’t usually write about them. Sometimes I can’t even remember the good ones. I just wake up feeling happy, and know without knowing why that it was a good dream.

Also, I would like to point out that I haven’t had the dream where the cloaked figure enters my room and searches through my drawers and then stabs me in the chest in months. I think the relocation of my bible to the dresser right beside my bed has defeated him. He can’t search that dresser right beside me anymore, and in my opinion, I don’t even think he can’t get close to me anymore in that dream, so he just doesn’t bother. I hope I have a dream where he knocks on my door, I say “Who is it”, and he says “Cloaked figure” and I say “Go away.” and he says “Dammit.” Or a dream where he gets beaten by a non-existant-in-reality deadbolt on my door.

Okay. Well time to describe this strange scary dream.

This dream takes place at my parents home in Alabama. They have this old wooden 2 story house, very beautiful house. I think it could very well be over 100 years old?

Anyways, in the dream, I am lying in bed on the 2nd floor, feeling a terrible sense of foreboding. Like something terrible is nearby. So I get up and decide to patrol the house. It’s pitch dark outside and inside. As I open the door to the stairway that leads down to the first floor, I notice light down on the first floor. Not normal light, like from electricity. This light is pure white, and it’s not the type of light that comes from a direct source. It’s like a glow of light. An aura of light that fills rooms. That kind of white light.

So I go downstairs as quietly as possible, in case I’m sneaking up on something (but it’s hard to go down those stairs IRL, they are wood so they creak). When I get to the bottom, I look at one of the doors (It’s made of glass so you can see directly outside) leading to outside and there’s a ball of energy outside the door. And it’s just hovering at about a height that is just shorter than me. It would come up to my neck. If you were to take both of your hands and have your fingertips all touch the fingertips of your other hand and form a ball with your palms, that was about the size of this orb.

So this energy ball is just hovering outside that glass door but it’s obvious that it must be ‘looking’ at me. Somehow. I don’t know but I was definetly aware of it’s round-ass presence on my property, and I could definetly feel that it’s attention was on me.

I look down at the doorknob outside and I notice that a good quarter of the doorknob was GONE!!! Not melted, not broken off, It looked like the doorknob was just slowly disappearing! This thing was trying to get inside the house!

So I shouted in the most threatening manner I could (to a ball of energy, or light) “Get the fuck off my property!!!” and it just darted straight off into the woods.

The next morning (for some reason in the dream, I went back to bed, I guess balls of energy aren’t that important to Dream-me. After all, dream-me has been stabbed in the chest, and blown up), the next morning I tell Dad about what happened that night. And I don’t know why, but it scared him. And the scariest part of this dream, was that I got scared because he got scared. And I don’t know why. Well yet another day goes by and in the morning I checked on the doorknob and a good 90% of the doorknob was gone. The thing had come back last night and I didn’t wake up. And I panicked. Whatever it was, it had come back last night, and it would probably do it again tonight.

And then I woke up. And it’s like 10 PM. I know why this dream happened, or at least I think I do. I fell asleep on accident at like 6 PM. Since my return from Iraq I’ve had a fear of absolute silence. I don’t know why. I also seem to have a fear of bad things ABOUT to happen. Not bad things that do happen, but the idea that something bad could possibly happen soon. Because I posted about another nightmare on one of my video entries about a time where I was locked in a room all by myself, but something terrible was on the other side of the door, trying to get in, but it never got in. But it was damn sure trying. And that freaked me the hell out too. But when I fell asleep on accident, I didn’t get the chance to turn on this fan that I keep around just to make noise to keep the nightmares away. So I slept in total silence. Which brought on a nightmare. A new nightmare, but a nightmare nonetheless.

So, BAD BRUCE, BAD. NO. BAD. NO. BAD. BAD. BAD.

~Bruce

This is what the orb looked like, except it was so much brighter. Rather I would just like to point out that the COLOR of light was about the same as this picture. And it was glowing so bright it lit up the hallway inside the house. It almost painfully hurt the eyes to directly look at it’s center.

Hrm. I guess I should do another video entry some week soon eh? I haven’t done one in awhile.