I'm not even completely sure where to begin. The past few days, I've had some intermittent creepy feelings. It didn't start with the dream, but that hasn't helped much.
I haven't had any real weirdness here prior. It's always felt welcoming and good, with no weirdness. I've had some experiences before that makes me believe I am at least vaguely sensitive to weird energy, but I'd never felt it here.
I have my alarm clock set up so I can listen to music on my iPod. I keep the player plugged into it (as I always have with no issue). In the past 5 or so days, it will turn on by itself. It's happened about 5 times so far, the most recent was today. It never did it before this past week (even though it would be plugged in sometimes for days at a time). Of course, I'm not as surprised, considering the rest of it...
On Friday, I was cleaning the apartment and all was fine. When I was in the bedroom vacuuming, I felt a feeling like someone was there with me. It wasn't malevolent at all, and somewhat gave me an old man sort of vibe. But it was a bit disconcerting none the less. I honestly didn't think too much of it because I was a bit sore and a bit tired. I just figured it was due to that.
Friday night, my Love and I had a really nice evening. Saturday was somewhat uneventful, other than the fact that I believe the iPod went on by itself again. We had a great day, and I all but forgot about everything.
We stayed up pretty late Saturday night and again, it was a good night. I had an odd dream very early Sunday morning. Without going too much into it at the moment, I woke up with the absolute belief that there is a ghost realm, and it was as normal as anything else. I got up for a moment. While I was in the bathroom, I was completely convinced that I wasn't alone. There was no threatening feeling, but it was far too early in the morning, and far too dark for me to really want to deal with it. I almost ran back to the bed, but I didn't want to wake him up by diving into bed, with some silly story of ghosts scaring me. Instead, I walked back and got into bed calmly. I curled up as close to him as I could and I felt safe again.
Sunday afternoon, while I was taking my shower, I felt again like I wasn't alone. I thought he had come in to try and scare me, but there was no one there. It came and went a couple of times. Again, it was weird and mildly disconcerting, but nothing too bad. He came in just as I was getting out and I confirmed with him that he hadn't come in while I was showering.
That night, I got up again just before we went to sleep. Again, while I was in the bathroom, I felt the presence again, this time strong enough to scare me. It could also be that, at this point, I'm getting jumpy about everything. I was afraid to the point that I felt ill at ease even after I got back into bed. I again got as close to him as I could and pulled the blankets up over me. I laid there for a little while, worrying about being alone in the morning when he went to work.
I woke up early this morning again and this time while I was in the bathroom, I asked whomever it was to please let me be in peace. I was a little bit on edge, but I didn't feel anything odd.
I had a dream about a person I've cut out of my life recently, and a couple who have decided to cut me out as a result. I don't honestly believe she has any ability to effect me, but whenever she shows up, it bothers me. Again, I'm wondering if it's related to the unease I've been prone to. I woke up this morning feeling fine, but extremely sore. I've spent most of my time on the opposite side of the apartment as the bathroom and bedroom. Other than being a bit cold and uncomfortable, I'm alright today.
I just don't know whether it's me or the apartment. I have found that, since all of this began happening, my mood has been a bit quicker to darken just a bit. I feel like I shouldn't be this way because I still am extremely happy, but it's happening anyway. I did start playing with some of my photos this weekend though (as much as my lack of knowledge and tools allow). I've noticed I've been less able to write, and had more of a desire to continue with my visual "art". I don't know if it's because I consider that to be more of a challenge than writing. I don't want to stagnate. I want to get back into what I used to enjoy doing, and maybe take it all further this time. I don't know if the old man is someone who lived here or if it's my grandfather, who always enjoyed when I did "weird" things. I'd be far more comforted if it was him and he was trying to push me, but I more apt to believe it's someone or something else. I don't even really know if I want to even share this, but I've been writing it for hours, so I'll just let it go through.
Either way, the day is half over. I've done a few things while writing this, but there's still a lot to do.
I'm still waiting until J comes home before I take a shower...
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