Strange noises in the night

Often times I think I am completely normal, other moments I wonder if I am randomly strange. Noises in the night used to keep me up as a child. Images of people standing in my room would force me to hide under the covers late at night. I hated the dark. Even still, being alone in the dark often times can frighten me. I thought perhaps I wouldn't remember as a child, but occasionally on a random night the images, noises, and coldness is present, and that it is something that cannot be ignored as I hide under the blankets.

This time someone not the same, a middle aged lady with big hair, sat next to the bed. Why was I so frightened that I had to hide under the blankets. I am 26 years and hiding in the dark under covers. I thought that I did not want to talk with my boyfriend sleeping beside me, I hid under the covers. Nosies began to lurk as things began moving off the dresser. Freaked from the noises I cuddled closer to him as he slept peacefully.

This morning words of "you talked in your sleep again" lingered in the morning air. At least perhaps I do not remember my conversation with the mystery women. I often wonder why I sleep so late and rise so early as if I do not want to be in the between places of sleep and awake. The place where I see more than what I understand. There was a time when the glowing person standing beside me was comforting, now that seems to have faded as they are no longer him but strangers.

I contemplate what I may have shouted in the night, or what I may have whispered during my sleep. Did I wake him as before yelling that my angels were there? Did I frighten him enough to question if I remembered my words in the night? I wanted him to come into the night to protect me as he always does, yet I must have fallen asleep before realizing he was there. Did I wake my boyfriend to tell him he had arrived? Was I talking to him or to a complete stranger?

I often wonder how that works or what happens? Do I not remember because I do not want to know, or is it because it was not me? I wonder if the moon was full, and if it will happen again. Alone the noises get louder, but never so real in the presence of another. In the morning I of course clean the dresser to remove any objects that might fall or be thrown off as I find comfort in the clean open space.

If I woke him because I was scared would he not understand? If you cannot see something and don't know it is there, how do you believe it is? Faith in God so many hold, yet faith in spirits and angels is lacking more and more each day. Something we cannot see does not mean it does not exist, yet only incomprehensible to most. I explain it like bacteria. You know money is disgustingly dirty. You know you would never want to sit down on a public toilet seat, or push a shopping cart before protecting yourself from germs that you cannot see. Scientists know the germs exist and have seen the germs with their special tools. These are something we believe to be present yet cannot see. So what is so different about not seeing the person standing beside your bed yet knowing they exist when someone else says they do?