Writing about my “soccer dream” (see previous entry) brought another such dream to mind…
This dream came to me years ago…
…perhaps I still remember it because of what happened when I woke…
It was the middle of the night—around 3 a.m. As soon as I woke up, I had a strong feeling of foreboding. I felt as if a “negative presence” had entered the room.
I turned the light on, but found no sign of any intruder.
I then wondered if a bad dream had created that strange feeling.
After a moment of thought, I recalled my dream…
I was playing soccer in a enclosed grassy space—going all out and laughing my head off the whole time.
I don’t know why I laughed. I guess my laughter came from the joy of playing.
In any case, my strange feeling obviously did not come from the dream.
Needless to say, I waited awhile before I turned the light off again.
So what caused that feeling? A ghost? But what exactly is a ghost? Is it the deceased in spirit form or an energy imprint or someone traveling around out-of-body—or…what?
I don’t want to limit reality by putting a ready-made label on an experience, then filing it away. However…
…I don’t think that negative feeling came from a physical presence—or, at least, it wasn’t physical in the usual sense of the word.
I also think I may have been more “open” because I had just woken up.
Questions such as these are tantalizing. There is so much of our world that we do not know, so much left to explore. And that includes the Land of Nod: sleep is a frontier for which we have only a rough map.
© 2010, Michael R. Patton
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