The other night I was having a dream.
In the dream, I was in a bed. The room wasn't bright, but it wasn't dark either. My back was to the room, and I had a sheet over me, pulled tight up to my neck.
I sensed an evil presence behind me. I didn't want to, but I knew I had to face it and deal with it. No idea what it was or what I was going to do about it, but it was a situation that needed assessing.
I tried to turn over. I couldn't. My muscles would tense up, but my body wouldn't move... just tiny bits that didn't amount to anything. I was trying to stay calm, but the more I tried and failed to turn over, the more panicked I got. The panic finally woke me up.
Vicki was behind me, here in real life, I had my back to her. She was struggling and starting to panic. As I normally do when she's in this state, I tried to wake her up, but she kept panicking more and more until she let out a very loud, terrified animal scream, sounding almost like a moose trumpeting.
My hair stood out, straight, I'm sure. I reassured her it was nothing, that everything was ok.
She asked if I had been leaning over her. I said no, not really, I had kind of sat up on one elbow and had tried to nudge her awake, but that was it.
She said in her dream she was on an white iron bed somewhere, and a man had her pinned down and was going to kill her. So my trying to wake her up probably played right into that dream.
Usually it's spiders or snakes. Not this time.
Anyway, it started to creep me out that I had a dream that my back was to an evil presence I needed to deal with, and at the same time Vicki was having a dream right behind me about someone trying to kill her. I got goosebumps. The possibility that some evil presence had triggered the simultaneous dreams seemed pretty real to me at the time.
Vicki asked if the door downstairs was locked -- Kevin and Marken had been there and they take the dogs out that way. They're usually pretty good about locking.
Well after all that I had to get up and check, or there'd be NO going back to sleep.
I grabbed a gun and made my way through the house, clearing rooms, down to the back door downstairs.
It wasn't locked.
I locked it, and finished clearing the basement and re-checked upstairs before returning to bed. Took a couple of hours for me to get back to a solid sleep after that.