Angels by my arms

I had the oddest dream this morning. Very rarely do I remember my dreams. This was one of those dreams that shook me so hard that it woke me up. It felt all too real. When I did wake up, I didn’t want to open my eyes because I felt as if something was watching me.

I was driving the Expedition with my Dad in the passenger seat. We were driving down a street in a neighborhood that looked like the one in which I grew up. It was late in the evening, dark outside and the street lights were not on. Dad and I had been engaged in some very relaxed, casual discussion. There was a pause in the conversation. Nothing abnormal. Just comfortable silence.

I had the radio on at a barely audible level. The radio slowly started to get louder. It wasn’t a noticable increase in volume until I realized that we could actually hear what was on the radio. It got louder and louder, but not deafening. Thinking nothing of it, I reached to turn the radio down. At the moment at which I reached for the stereo’s volume knob, I felt something touch my arm. It wasn’t Dad as he was sitting quietly, unmoved in the passenger seat.

It was an very disturbing and real feeling. Something had touched me.

While having a paranormal encounter feeling, I began to pull my arm back toward me and away from the stereo. I noticed an old, dark colored, non-descript, very large sedan driving very slowly in front of us – like it was guiding us. I also noticed that something had turned my headlights off. I know longer had, nor did I concern myself with controlling the vehicle. At that exact moment (this is all happening in the blink of an eye) both of my arms are being held ever so softly. But there are no hands – just the sensation. There are soft hands moving up and down the entire length of both of my arms. The sensations move up and down my arms like liquid. The hands are maternally warm – the warmth that is known only from a mother’s womb. They were infant hands. I know this because I could feel them individually on each arm. I don’t know how many there were because the sensation was overwhelming. The feeling was so disturbing yet unhumanly soothing at the same time. The stimuli washed throughout my entire body and gently traveled up my spine, behind both ears and into my head in a tingling wave. The feeling of peace overcame me. I had never felt so comfortable even though I didn’t know what it was that I was feeling.

A sudden feeling of fear overcame me. I pulled off of the road and into a parking lot. I know Dad got out of the truck but I didn’t know where he went. I exited the truck and turned back to look at where I had just been sitting. There was an apparition looking back at me. It spoke to me.

I don’t remember what the being said. I don’t remember if it even spoke. I don’t think I’m supposed to remember. However, it did communicate with me and it gave me something. It seems weird, but I think it gave me some sort of intangable document – like an insurance claim. It communicated to me that it wanted me to help it, right a wrong or never let something like this happen to another family. Someone or something had allowed those loving children to die. Those were the hands that were holding my arms and trying to comfort me. They were angels.

It was at that point when I woke myself up. When I woke up, I felt the same sensations that I had just felt in my dream. Something had comforted me but had also placed a burden in my hands. I laid in bed awake with my eyes closed. I was still scared, yet still at peace.

One Reply to “Angels by my arms”

  1. I have that same sort of dream often. I feel like it is my resposibility to protect myself, wife, child as well as my home. It keeps me on my toes that is for sure. In something that seems so secure there is alot of paranorma involved.

    -m

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