I dreamt that I was lying in bed and the bed shook slightly, like the floor at work does when someone heavy walks by or a lot of transport trucks drive by outside. Then I dreamt it shook again, violently, back and forth. As if someone was shaking it from below. The mattress sank where I was sleeping, then swelled on either side of me, as if it was enveloping me to smother me. I tried to turn on my bedroom light and I couldn’t reach it, I was paralyzed in bed. Then I was sitting up, and my laptop was next to me, open and on, and a video was playing. It was like a Japanese horror movie, I was watching myself in my own hallway. I was wearing a black coat and red lingerie, and my hair was short. I was like an automaton in the video, and for some reason, I was scared as hell when I saw myself do a handstand against the wall. Like an upside down cross.
I kept turning on the bedroom light and it kept turning the light off. I’d turn it on, it would turn it off. I tried to reach my phone, but I couldn’t reach it because I kept trying over and over to turn the light on. I finally grabbed it around the middle and slammed it up and down on the trunk, screaming that I wanted it to let me leave the light on. I grabbed my cell phone and I called Sandra. I knew not to text her, for some reason, I called her. She finally answered after a whole bunch of rings, and I was sobbing, out of breath, barely able to breathe, and I told her that I needed her to come and get me. She didn’t ask any questions, she just said okay. She said they were just going to finish “doing their thing” and she’d come right over. I said that there was something bad here. And she said “yeah, I can see mist outside your door”. I cried, and when she said she would come over, I woke up. I found myself lying on my left side, gasping for breath, face pressed tight against the pillow. And I fully expected when I reached over, that I wouldn’t be able to turn on the bedside lamp…
