Being preyed upon
So, here I am in Illinois, visiting family for the holiday. That in itself is great and I'm really enjoying that much.
But last night...
Let's just say I couldn't wait for it to be morning.
t was like something was hunting me, watching me and coming after me. The logical part of me says that my body was just having a hard time figuring out my being asleep and when to release the paralyzing chemical to keep me from moving in my sleep.
However, I had panic attack after panic attack all through the night. I was afraid to let myself fall asleep because everytime I did or started to, it was like something was suddenly holding me down. I would have such a hard time breathing and I could move, I couldn't cry out but when I finally did snap out of that, I would be panting hard, like I'd run a marathon.
This happened over and over last night. Then, at some point, I dreamt that it was finally morning and it felt so real! I was so happy that I had made it through the night!
But then the sound of what I can only describe as a man screaming woke me up. It didn't seem to stop when I woke up. Again, the logical part of me said it was a car passing by as the house is right by a busy highway (well, busy for a small farming community in the mid-west). I'm not sure when I fell asleep again after that because everything had me on edge. I'm pretty sure I was poked at one point, too, but it could have been my imagination.
Yet I could never shake the feeling that something was there. It didn't belong to the house, either. I almost wonder if it came with me from home since I suffered three attacks there last year. I don't know but I'll be doing a lot of praying throughout today. If this is something real, it needs to be reminded that I am a child of God and it has no power over me.
But last night...
Let's just say I couldn't wait for it to be morning.
t was like something was hunting me, watching me and coming after me. The logical part of me says that my body was just having a hard time figuring out my being asleep and when to release the paralyzing chemical to keep me from moving in my sleep.
However, I had panic attack after panic attack all through the night. I was afraid to let myself fall asleep because everytime I did or started to, it was like something was suddenly holding me down. I would have such a hard time breathing and I could move, I couldn't cry out but when I finally did snap out of that, I would be panting hard, like I'd run a marathon.
This happened over and over last night. Then, at some point, I dreamt that it was finally morning and it felt so real! I was so happy that I had made it through the night!
But then the sound of what I can only describe as a man screaming woke me up. It didn't seem to stop when I woke up. Again, the logical part of me said it was a car passing by as the house is right by a busy highway (well, busy for a small farming community in the mid-west). I'm not sure when I fell asleep again after that because everything had me on edge. I'm pretty sure I was poked at one point, too, but it could have been my imagination.
Yet I could never shake the feeling that something was there. It didn't belong to the house, either. I almost wonder if it came with me from home since I suffered three attacks there last year. I don't know but I'll be doing a lot of praying throughout today. If this is something real, it needs to be reminded that I am a child of God and it has no power over me.