So I'll skip all the business of "I don't believe in the paranormal blah blah blah" and come straight out. I really haven't discussed this with many people because even those closest to me just raise their eyebrows as if I'm lying.
About a year ago I moved into a new apartment. It was my first semester in college after leaving the military. Things were great. I had an amazing place all to myself, I was making new friends, and adjusting to normal life. About 3 months into living there I started having very short but vivid dreams that someone was living in my apartment with me. For instance, I would consistently dream I was in my room and someone was in the living room making general noise as people tend to do (humming, quiet chatter etc.)
At first it didn't strike me as odd as I lived alone and maybe a part of me yearned for some steady company, such as when I was on active duty; however, I began to slowly notice some of my belongings kept winding up in odd locations around the apartment. I'd find my textbooks on the kitchen table vice the living room coffee table where I kept my school supplies. The most notorious object though was the TV remote. I specifically kept it on the arm rest of my chair as to not have to go couch diving to find it as well as to maintain the ability to flop down and watch TV at my convenience. The remote wouldn't stay there though. Everyday when I returned home from class the remote would be on the entertainment center. It got to the point where I began leaving it on the entertainment center rather than moving it back to the chair. After several weeks I began placing it in a specific spot and measuring its exact location before leaving for class. Everyday it would be in a slightly different area and would have a different orientation on the entertainment center. This became a routine for me. Honestly, I became more concerned with where my remote would be than spending time with people or focusing on work and school.
As I got more obsessive with the remote my dreams became more vivid and a lot more detailed. Consistently I would dream of a Caucasian female living in my apartment and it became more and more obvious that she was not fully aware of me. We didn't interact at all in my dreams. The only contact I had with her was hearing her quiet chatter but I could never hear what she was actually saying. All I could pick up on was that she was hesitant to discuss a specific male in her life. Her reluctance came off as if she knew no one would care what she had to say.
One day, after coming home from class I went straight to check the remote. It was in the same place I had left it. I was disappointed. I don't know why, but for a brief moment I felt a form of betrayal. I went to the refrigerator to grab a snack and as I opened the door my stomach became very queasy. My entire fridge had been thrown into disarray. Food had been spilled everywhere, my milk had been tipped over, and my ham was out of the package sitting on the shelf. I decided it was time to shift my focus and pay less attention to the apartment. It was obvious to me that the more I focused on the apartment, the more "real" things became.
After having a social gathering I asked some friends to stay the night in order to take my mind off of my attraction to whatever was going on in my house. Without being too specific we acted like stereotypical college boys. We played video games, made a mess in the living room, and then chose to crash late into the night. My apartment changed that night.
At about 5 in the morning we all awoke to the sound of dishes banging, cabinets slamming, and papers being shuffled around. All of us sat in total silence. It seemed to be over as quickly as it began but we all knew what we heard. After a scan of the house with a handy-dandy glock we decided we were all just tired and needed sleep. My dream that night was far different than any I had before.
It began with me in my room; however, it quickly shifted. I heard the girl in my apartment. She seemed frightened. To me it sounded as if she were talking on the phone. It was faint at first and then I heard her clear as day.
She was crying. "Tonight... Tonight, the house was a wreck," she said. "All of my dishes were out and trash was left everywhere!" She sounded upset.
I was in shock. I left dishes out and didn't clean up. Was I who she was mad at? No! It's my stuff that keeps getting messed with. Yet there was still a piece of me that felt remorse as if we actually were college roommates and I was the terrible roommate. I wanted to reach out to her but she never came to my room. She always stayed in the living room. It seemed as though in this dream world my domain was the bedroom and hers the living room.
She continued, "that man... The man who lives here... He DOES live here dammit, in the other room! He keeps moving all of my things."
At that moment I awoke in a cold sweat. How in the hell was this becoming so real? This started off as a simple dream and has now escalated into something I could not explain. I felt sorry for the girl. I was the man she was talking about. I was somehow making her fearful of the apartment. At times my actions seemed to really affect her life (organizing the coffee table, moving the remote). Somehow my daily routine had a negative impact on someone I couldn't even see. I started off thinking my apartment was haunted but I realized that by means I cannot explain I crossed paths with another person.
I couldn't help but feel she and I were very similar people. We were both convinced we were not alone in our apartments. Someone else, who was not physically present, was affecting both of our lives and we both longed for answers but were fearful of what was going on. We indirectly controlled one another. I felt trapped. I was no longer afraid but I was unsure how much of me she was able to see. Was she having dreams where I was in the living room moving things around? Was I capable of making noises that woke her up at night?
This may be completely stupid. It seems too farfetched to be true. I would just like to know if anyone has had anything similar happen or hear that someone believes me. Thank you for reading if you made it this far.
Submitted October 14, 2015 at 01:01PM by Azael09 http://ift.tt/1Nc6cgi nosleep
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