Trying to cross the street at a cemetery and something or someone was holding me back. I muster up everything I have to get a cross the street..nothing. Something or some one is physically tugging on my shirt and I feel completely helpless. I yell for help..nothing. From the corner of my eye I see a couple sobbing over a grave. I yell out to them, they look at me with the most terrified looks on their faces. But they’re not looking at me, they’re looking at something or someone behind me. I turn around to see what it was and before I can see it I wake up in bed. I can’t move. I realize im not in bed, I’m floating a foot or two above it. This has never happened to me before but it feels all too familiar. I can’t yell, I can’t move. I say a prayer and before I can finish some negative energy sits me up and knocks the wind out of me in process. Everything around me gets darker and darker. I’ve given up. There’s nothing I can do. Before I feel that all is lost, my room door flys open and I feel my moms presence. I wake up soaked in cold sweat. It’s real this time. I’m sitting straight up and its 2am.
Part of me wants to drop off the face of social networks, get a bike, grow my beard out and kinda do my own thing.