Hoodwinked In My Sleep

I went to bed just like anyone else, I’ve had lucid dreams before, but this was something else, this was most likely an astral projection. I fell asleep peacefully when suddenly I became awake and conscious, it was pitch black, I couldn’t see anything, I soon became aware something had been placed over my head, shortly after the hood was lifted, standing in front of me, just over an arm’s reach away was a young, slim woman with large round red eyes piercing back at me, I instantly jolted with shock, but I didn’t awaken from this dream, so how could this be a dream? I was also aware there were others standing behind me, so I couldn’t run away, nor did I attempt too, if I could, where was I going to run?

I apologise for my reaction, “Sorry, but I find you a little intimidating” she acknowledges this, but without a response, she continues to stare at me, she had a human appearance, with fair, unearthly white skin with a soft glow, but her eyes were large and red with black pupils, the environment appeared to be an underground cavern with low lighting, suddenly I feel my heart flutter unnaturally, this embarrassed me so I offer my hand to greet her, to my suprise she offers me her hand with acceptance which I gently hold whilst admiring her immaculate, long and pointed finger nails, her hair was long, blonde and appeared connected to a whole hive of something else behind her, which I could’nt undertand, I release her hand but she remains silent, then she walks to the right of me causing me to turn slightly to compensate for her movement, in that brief moment I could see there were others, at least 4 people, tall and short standing to my right with black hoods over their heads, their bodies were cloaked in black too, before anything else was said my hood is replaced over my head from behind which awakens me instantly, it was morning, the sun was peering in through my bedroom curtains, but I felt clear minded and refreshed, as if I had been out for a fresh morning walk and returned.

I decide to tell nobody, I found it quite fascinating, to begin with, but I didn’t know if anything else would occur again?

A few days later I find myself back in the same underground lair, but this time I’m sat at a bar. The lady is standing to my right making me a tall cocktail whilst filling the top with large swirls of whipped cream, I’m anticipating her to place a cherry on the top, instead, she looks at me and gently shrugs her shoulders, at this moment I realise her eyes are no longer large, red and owl-like, they are human, but I was unable to retain her distinctive facial features, this part remained hazy.

She then moves behind the bar and pours me a new drink into a small glass tumbler, it appears to be an old fashioned, no words are spoken, being reluctant to accept anything for free, especially under these circumstances I instinctively search my pockets and to my surprise pull out a wallet filled to the brim with £5 notes. I remove one of the notes and decide to pay for the drink, she speaks to me for the first time and urges me “Don’t pay for the drink!” I felt there were consequences if I did.

My mind was stubborn, but I realised the more I continued to hand the money over, the darker and heavier my heart became, it felt like a pulling and sinking feeling, I couldn’t resist myself and place the money on the bar and let go of the five-pound note, she instantly tries to remedy the situation, the money reappears back into my wallet.

Too late, before I could respond I notice her white gown is thin which a light fabric, I can see her skin beneath, it’s very seductive, suddenly the bar shifts to the left and I am pulled over towards her and we embrace, I then recall something strange and random my dad had said to me that same week, “it depends on how much love you put into it” I see her fair skin and her flat stomach, I now understood the random advice my dad spoke of, I kiss her body deeply as I could, I’m then moved down towards her underwear, she is wearing turquoise silk knickers, but I just stare at them, she encourages me to move them aside “go on, I know you want to” but I thought differently, this wasn’t right, this isn’t natural, how can I love someone I barely know? I had so many questions unanswered, who is she? Why is this happening to me? I refuse, “No, something isn’t right”

Instantly, I’m pulled back across the bar again, this force or entity was anonymous, it couldn’t be seen, now I’m stood in the middle of the room looking towards the bar in front of me when all of a sudden something or someone begins to strip me of my clothing or unseen armour which is connected to different chakra points on my body, finally, it moves down around my genitals, but this was different, the suction caused by removing this was so intense it felt like a vortex had been opened forcing me to crouch over as soon as it was snatched off.

I stand up declaring “you can keep that, someone else has already taken that from me” but none the wiser, feeling awkward I decide to return to the stool at the bar, she walks around me from the right of the bar, before she sits on a stool to my left someone places a gown over her, this was very regal, she then sits and opens a book, she is sitting two stools down, she looks towards me, apprehensively I approach her, when I do, I look at the two pages she has opened on the bar, the writing is nothing of our kind, they were small symbols, whirlpools and swirls written with thick black ink on yellowish paper, which was tarnished by the low lighting, my attention is drawn to one of these swirls which remains vivid in my mind, its meaning at the time was a mystery to me, she remains silent, whilst she gently looks at me.

We are close to each other, but I begin to feel awkward with her continued silence, I notice there are tables and chairs to the far back of the room, I decided to take a seat on my own, I know I can’t leave, but I’m offended she feels no need to explain herself, as I begin to approach the table and chairs she stands behind me, and says “I will talk to you” I don’t turnaround, I respond “OK”, but still I continue towards the table and chairs, I awaken before I reach them.

The following morning I was due to visit my brother, I choose to drive whilst my partner sits in the passenger seat, en route I see a small white transit van edging out from the left-hand side onto the main road I’m driving down, and for no explainable reason the female driver was in a rage, she was to give way, she winds her window down, and I slow down to hear her, my passenger window was already open, now I can see and hear her shouting; “Why did you give her the money, why did you pay for the drink?!!”

To this day I don’t know if she was intentionally aware of what she was saying, but I had to accept it was possible for people to unconsciously channel messages or there are people in this world who are conscious of these events happening.