Mind Control in my Dreams

Last night I had a dream about trying to access hidden parts of my mind but was unable to. At first I saw a room that was lobby like, but I was refused entry by security guards. Later I found myself inside the lobby area trying to advance forward, but just as I started moving I felt a force holding me back and suddenly the security guards surrounded me escorting me out. In the dream, I constantly would try and try to access and reclaim the room (or rather my mind), but then I would be pushed back out. I could never really hold on to anything…and each time I entered, I felt more powerful and could remember tidbits of myself more. But each time I got pushed out, those tidbits were claimed by whoever occupied and claimed my mind. Finally I tried another time and this time found myself walking in through the lobby. I shouted out “I’m here!” letting whoever know that I was back to reclaim my space and mind.

I continued walking down the hall and little bit and around the corner were I saw what looked like a Musuem (there was displays inside glass cases everywhere and books and pamphlets everywhere). There was also an elevator. For some reason I found myself carrying a briefcase. I started grabbing books and pamphlets and soon after I felt the force pushing me out back into the hallway into the lobby and eventually out to my mind. The security guards appeared again, but among them was a man who looked very businesslike and muscular. He spoke to me very clearly at the time and mentioned the briefcase. He told me to put the books and pamphlets into the briefcase, for which some reason I did, partially. As I was being escorted out, he began to laugh and as I was nearing the exit, he shouted out that my briefcase was empty and that what I had taken was reclaimed by him. I opened the brifcase to find it empty of contents. He was still laughing when I exited. I did however have some pamphlets in my hand, so i felt I made some progress. The rest of the dream was myself and some friends trying to figure out how to access my mind from the pamphlets I had grabbed. It was slow progress but I was able to reclaim some portion of my mind and who I was permanently. The dream ended not too long after.

This is remniscient of another dream about someone controlling my mind/actions, not too long ago. Not sure if I catalogued it, but here is the gist of it

Well I had a dream where I was living my life like normal, except every couple of years or so, a man would appear which gave me the chills and creeps. I would see him and for some reason I felt uneasy about him and then later I would realize that I met this person many times before, but i would always forget about him. Anyways, he would come by me and things would just happen around me as if I wasn’t there {but I was there]. Its kinda hard to explain. Anyways one day I was working on my computer/keyboard desk and I felt a prescence behind me and I turned very quickly and it was as if I hit a brick wall. The man was there again, and this time his voice was booming in my head giving me instructions and I was feeling so powerless and I felt like I was becoming smaller and smaller in size. In the dream, I knew this person, but I didnt want to know him because I felt dirty – I never really remembered what took place after he would arrive, there is blackness, and then he’s gone until the next time.

Thunder Explosions, Talking Griffin Dogs, and a Nosebleed

Last night, at three in the morning, my spouse and I woke up to what sounded like an explosion of sound. It was lightning and thunder. With a jolt, my spouse exlaimed loudly “My God!” I too woke with a jolt, right in the middle of my sleep. In the other room my youngest stepson began to call for mom, as the thunder/explosion woke him up as well. Mom got up and calmed him down a little bit and then she went to the bathroom. Not too long after, I saw a flash and the sound of another explosion of thunder right outside our bedroom window. As a result of this, my youngest stepson began to cry. i immediatley got up and went into his room and kneeled at his bedside. He then held me as the rain started falling and the thundering continued. The rest of the time, it thundered and lightning, but not like those two explosions that initially woke us up. I notice however that my stepson, as he was holding me with his arms, that he had a bloody nose. I turned on the lights and indeed, his nose was bleeding. After getting him some kleenex, his mother came in and then went downstairs to check on my other stepson. Lo and behold, my oldest stepson slept through all that commotion! The storm and rain continued. Our youngest stepson was given a flashlight and he went back to sleep.

Talking with my spouse, she mentioned that she had dreams of men trying to get at us just as the the thunder explosions took place which jolted her awake. Here is her dream account in her words:

“We woke up around 3:00 a.m.

“I can only remember bits and pieces of the dream, and I’m not sure in which order these events occurred in the dream. The main “plot” of the dream, however, was that there were these two men who were basically after us. I never came to understand why, but they were trying to hurt/kill us. We were in the basement of our house, and I picked up a receipt for something. I cannot remember what it was for – something from a hardware store? – and I looked up and saw one of the men in the window. Even though I only saw one, somehow I knew there were two. The one I saw was a little heavy set, balding and wearing jeans and wife beater. Brown, leather beat. I could see his full form from head to toe. He was just standing there and we suddenly (somehow) became aware that the house was about to be blown up. But instead of going outside, we ran upstairs to the highest level of the house and escaped the explosion.

“Our house destroyed, we took refuge in some ratty little apartment. I still had the receipt in my hand, which somehow linked the explosion to the man outside the window. I was showing it you, and because of whatever it said, you became convinced that the man was involved. I had my cell phone, but the charge was just about out, and I had no way to re-charge it, as my cell phone charger was destroyed in the explosion. I used what little charge I had left to try to call the police. I had a large phone book out and was looking up the phone number. I don’t think I ever got through, though.

“I believe this portion of the dream occurred after the explosion. There were these large, dog/griffin like creatures in the street outside of our apartment – 2 male, 2 female. The males were larger than the females. They were black with long hair/fur. Their eyes were very green. They did not have wings, like a true griffin, but they had large bodies and paws like dogs but faces like griffins. The street was very dark and wet as if it had just rained. I remember there being other people in the street, and I believe I went outside to try to dispel whatever was going on with these creatures bothering people. I spoke to one of the females, but I can’t remember what we said to each other. The creatures then left, and I indicated to someone (or just thought to myself?) that it’s the males you have to fear, but the females are negotiable.

“There was a scene at some point where I was in a basement-like space. White tiles on the floor, flourescent lighting overhead. It was set up like a cafeteria with tables and benches for seating. This was apparently where I worked. My co-workers were all about eating lunch, presumably, and were taking up money to go in on something for lunch. I didn’t have any money. Our home had been destroy, you know? I still had ash on my face and dirty clothes. One of my co-workers lit into me about not contributing any money to the pool for lunch, and I told her that I didn’t have any, that my ex-husband doesn’t pay child support and I gave her another excuse I cannot remember right now. But I remember waking up and thinking, “Why didn’t I tell her our house had been blown up?” and I wanted to go back into the dream to tell her that, but then we had all the commotion.

That’s all I can remember.”

A Nightmare, A Dream, and A Visit

I haven’t had a paralysis event for quite some time now, at least not for a year since I moved in with my fiance and her sons. Since I moved in, the youngest (who I shall refer to as C) I realize has had night terrors much longer than he has known me.. He sometimes describes seeing things during the night. Last night two events took place that made me think this may be more than just a “sleep paralysis” event. Here is what happened last night:

Early morning on September 2, around 3:30, my fiance and I were both woken up by C (my 8-year old soon to be step-son). He had called out in the middle of the night for mom. I was woken out of a dream I was having and immediately went into his room and my fiancee followed. He had a nightmare and was scared. He did not want to recall his nightmare. A few times that night he called out and said he couldnt sleep and we ended up going back to bed. At around 4:11, C came into our bedroom and said that he could see things in the light (he was referring to the hall light outside his room that was on) and that he was still unable to sleep. He could not describe what he saw, but he did say that there were many things he saw. Finally we got him to go back to bed.

For awhile I just laid in bed next to my fiance, with my arm across her holding her in an embrace. I was dozing and having intermittened dreams, one of which was about C. We were in a place resembling a cinema and C was all alone sitting before the screen. Something was on the screen but unable to view it, and I could see the man running the film projector suddenly stopping the film and putting something else on. When the projector stopped, it felt like everything shut down and I was afraid this was related to C and his dreams. In fact when I saw the man changing the reel, I felt that this would stop development on some fundamental part for C. I woke out of this dream still in the same position I was, my arm embracing my fiance. I must have been thinking about things, as I laid awake.

All of a sudden I heard a clamor/ruckus taking place below our room (our bedrooms are on the second floor). I heard THUD! THUD! THUD! THUD! throughout the house, as if someone had just entered the house and stomping loudly as it ran throughout the place to make itself heard and known. But I knew something wasn’t right, as our dog did not bark. The feeling that a foreign intrusive prescence was making itself known in the house was frightening and then I felt it pass through me from the floor below, in which case my entire body became tingly with sensation and I saw in my mind’s eye, shimmering blue light. This did not last very long as fear envoloped me. My body was paralyzed, although I could move my eyes. I looked over at my fiance who was calm and her eyes closed, and I tried to shake her with my arm, but I could not move my arm. I tried to squeeze her arm with my hand, but again I had no luck. I couldnt get my fingers to move. I then tried to call her name, but my voice came out, or at least I thought I did, as a whisper. She must have heard something as she woke up and saw me and asked me if everything was alright. It was only then that the paralysis broke, the tingly sensation was gone and the feeling of another presence vanished. I was no longer afriad. In light of C’s earlier night terror incident, I wonder if somehow my paralysis event is related?

When everything was calm my fiance related that she saw me and that it looked like I was having difficulty breathing. She said that my eyes were wide open and that I was not sleeping. And that I was cold to touch and that I had goosebumps. I was so relieved when I saw her wake up.

I felt like this spirit/entity was sending me a message and I do not like it at all. I think its message was that it exists and it made sure that I knew that.