I've always had intense, colorful dreams. Even the occasional lucid one, though they are pretty scarce. I have followed the advice of keeping a journal about them, but I'm lazy and inconstant.
Last night I had one of those really vivid dreams, but there was something peculiar about it: I felt threatened by a force WITHIN the dream, which had started innocuously enough --I was Skyping with a friend of mine, and apparently there was a UFO or something outside my window (UFO dreams are somewhat common in my oneiric repertoire), and during the dream I mentioned how weird it was we were so enthralled in our conference I had not even bothered to witness the UFO.
Then unexpectedly the scene moves forward and I do witness the UFO, which is not the typical shape one would expect --it was more like a folded origami of indiscernible shape, white in color but with a faint bluish glow-- and then the dream progresses to the really disturbing part.
Before I know it I'm in a room with two 'men' which seem to be completely ordinary humans, except for one peculiar fact: They were in 'black and white' instead of full color (all my dreams are in color)like some secondary characters of Pleasantville!
The two figures were quickly moving towards me, saying something I don't remember in order to calm me down and assure me they were friendly, but I instinctively knew this was a lie. As it is often in my dreams, I tried to use my 'powers' (telekinesis and shit) to attack them, but these individuals were capable of performing what looked like 'magic passes' in order to deflect me.
I guess at one point I armed myself with bravado telling them they didn't scare me. One of them grabbed my right arm and started to twist it and turn it in ways that would have seriously injured, if not broken my physical arm, all while looking at me in the eyes, without saying anything --I don't think his stare was 'malignant' or evil, but his actions were certainly threatening and unwelcome.
This twisting of my 'dream arm' --and I guess I was semi-lucid-- didn't cause me any pain, and I told that to the entities, as a way to show them they were incapable of causing real harm to me. The black-and-white man didn't stop, and I woke up.
Wakefulness brought in a severe attack of anxiety. I felt like something or someone had tried to assault me. I turn on my night lamp and tried to calm my nerves, until finally normal exhaustion brought in an uneventful rest that lasted until the next morning.
I don't know what to make of it. I have sometimes toyed with the idea that my interest in the paranormal and my professional pursuits in the Fortean blogosphere have caused a flurry of unwanted attention on my persona, by forces which are not happy with my passion with such topics --likely a rationalization of why I'm having such a hard time surviving nowadays-- but now economic and labor mishaps have give in to something far more disquieting. Maybe.
In any case, is there anyone who could recommend me a few steps or preparations I could do in order to 'armor' myself from potential negative energies attempting to disrupt my dream journeys?
PS: In case you were wondering, the answer is NO. I did not find any bruises or marks in my arm, last time I checked...