Did Something Invade My dream?
No. Not really. I’m not sure how I was responding as I wasn’t quite sure what I was dealing with. I guess you could say I was alert. On the ready to accept whatever was next knowing there wasn’t a darn thing I could do about it – whatever “it” was.
So, in the first chapter, where I describe the call to go deep, I was asleep.
It was a fitful sleep, but sleep nonetheless, and I was entrenched in a beautiful dream – a dream I wanted to linger in.
I sensed no real danger when the nagging intrusion began. Just an irritation at being disturbed – an irritation that wouldn’t give up, until the very end, when something inside of me sounded the alarm.
It was around 3:30 in the morning.
The alert is what got me to pull out of sleep. And I recognized then that something wasn’t right. But I felt no real threat to my physical being.
It was my spiritual being that I was most concerned about. The siphoning of my soul.
I knew enough to know that what I was experiencing was not normal…and that the intrusion that I speak of, in and of itself, was not the dream. It was an invasion into my dream – one that had me resisting wakefulness.
The call to go deep was real. The dream? I’m not so sure. I don’t remember.
But I needed something to make the story a little more interesting. Hopefully, I accomplished that – at least in part.
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