so i wasn’t sleeping…not exactly….i was very much awake and i had no touch with my true reality. times like this appear much more frightening than the scariest monsters and demons they can throw at me, especially since i felt so weak and unsure of where i was. i kept finding myself in a strange house or apartment, everything was white or light colored, tan carpet, white walls, that sort of thing. i don’t know where it was or why i was there, but i felt like i belonged there or had been there for quite some time, or possibly just knew the place very well. well, it appears i was hot and had stripped to my underwear to try to rest in this place, and a knocking came, and there was a voice there that i was talking with, i’m not sure if it was a tangible thing or person, or merely a voice now, i just remember hearing the voice. i could see 3 shadows outside the door, someone knocking to come in. it was then i realized i had seen one of them before, and i realized i had also been in the same place before. there was a black female there at the door, i had seen her before in another dream. she was nicely dressed and didn’t appear menacing in any way, but this time she was with others, i believe there were three of them. they kept knocking, as i’m sure they heard noise and music or something, i was scrambling to find some clothes or something, so i yelled at them that i’d be right there. i found a shirt and pants and was trying to get to the door but i don’t think i ever made it. i do remember looking out the window in the bedroom to see who it was, and that’s how i saw the lady there with them. there was an instant of my mother here with me, something to do with trying to explain something, or why there was something after me…i don’t really know. i just remember seeing that my room was all different, like there was a couch or bed where my shelf is now, right on the other side of my desk, and it had been moved recently, something to do with something found underneath it, something that wasn’t supposed to be there. she also said the same thing about the kitchen, that water may have leaked in under the stove and the “things” came with it. i just remember thinking “they finally found me, they finally figured out where i was at.” i had the constant distinct feeling that something was keeping me asleep, and i know now that i wasn’t really tired at all, i was sweating and uncomfortable, i was weak and couldn’t think clearly although i was totally coherent of my surroundings and everything going on. the other fragments that i remember was about a large man, very large, dressed as some type of warrior, and we were outside and he had found something on the ground, he scraped it up with his large knife, and on the ground it had appeared yellow like mustard, but spread on his blade it became dark red as blood. this was an important event, i could tell by the look in his eyes, but i don’t know why it was important. i was very important in these experiences, and i had the strange notion that everyone knew it and just wouldn’t say anything, like it was just “understood.” so i guess something found me again, only time will tell if they shall get worse.