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In the dream, she lay in bed, facing the dimly-lit window, paralysed, feeling the displacement of cold air, the presence in the doorway behind. In terror, her eyes snapped open to the palely moonlit room, her pounding pulse accelerating as the presence stroked the back of her neck.
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Creepy!
One of my recurring nightmares.
Really? Don’t envy you that! Any idea what it refers back to?
I had this horrible nightmare where I dreamt Iโd woken up and couldnโt move and though I couldnโt see it, I knew something really awful had come into the room. I wrote it into a story, then I had the dream again. Itโs recurred several times in different forms. Iโm guessing it comes from Trixieโs (cat) habit of barging into our bedroom if somebodyโs left the landing door open and sheโs got upstairs. I have woken and opened my eyes to see the door swinging open and nobody there. Up to now, itโs just been Trixie scuttling under the bed.
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Thank goodness that’s all it is! And not something more creepy! Our house is quite draughty, and I am often woken up by my bedroom door creaking just slightly, as if someone has just pushed it slightly ajar to peer inside. Of course, there’s no one there.
I love the way you say, of course.
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Augh! I get that dream, too! Only I usually see an actual figure, and it feels absolutely real. I always dream that I’ve woken up, and that figure is there, somewhere: at the end of the bed, or at the door, or running straight at me–or worse, right beside me and reaching for me. I HATE that dream.
Nice to know I’m not the only one. Unless, of course, it IS real…
It certainly FEELS real while it’s happening ๐ It’s the only dream I consistently wake from, screaming. Fortunately that wakes the Hubby, too; and I’m cuddled back to sleep ๐
You do get it bad! Iโve never woken screaming. Too terrified to open my mouth maybe.
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Heart attack inducing.
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I hope not! You’ve gone incognito, David,. WP doesn’t recognise you any more ๐ฆ I had to approve this comment and your avi has disappeared.
Shivers!
Why not? It paralysed me!