I’m not a good sleeper, so it’s not unusual for me to wake up early in the morning. And stay awake. After an hour or two I’ll give up trying to fall asleep, and read a book until it’s time for me to get out of bed.
Who’s standing in my bedroom doorway?
Earlier in October, 2020, I had a strange experience when I woke up and it’s stayed with me.
You know, like one of those dreams that you just can’t forget.
I woke up around 4am and saw a figure standing in the doorway. I’m not sure why, but it seemed to me that is was a man standing in the doorway.
What’s the most logical thing to do when you don’t want to see something? Close your eyes.
So that’s what I did.
I also stayed really still so whatever was standing in my bedroom doorway wouldn’t know I had awakened.
So I just laid there without moving wondering what I’d seen. Was someone in the house with me? Was it a spirit presence? Or was it just a dream?
The next time I opened my eyes, nothing was there.
I’m fairly confident no one was inside the house. When I got up in the morning, my front door was locked and the chain was still in place. The other door, the door snake to prevent drafts was where it should be. If someone went in and out that door, it would have been pushed out of the way.
It must have been a dream. You know, one of those dreams that just seems so real. After I got up for the day I checked online how to interpret dreams when someone is standing there looking at you.
Specifically dreaming of when someone walks into the bedroom.
Generally it means someone – or something – is invading your personal space.
Does this mean I have to chuck someone – or something – out?
Could this be related to a post I wrote earlier this year about how I’m a prisoner to my possessions? A gentle nudge that I should put more thought into downsizing?
I read an ad on Craigslist today where someone is looking for a person to help them move to the next town. They don’t have a bed or mattress. They have a table and chairs, a couch, a TV and table it sits on, kitchen gadgets including a microwave, and two suitcases. Wow! I kind of yearn for those days when I didn’t have too much to move. These days I need a five ton truck and three strong guys.
When an uninvited person is inside your residence, they’re usually referred to as an intruder.
Whether you’re awake or asleep, an intruder is not welcome.
Usually, dreams of intruders are something to be feared.
Or this type of dream could be a warning about impending danger.
I’m very alert of my surroundings, whether I’m alone, walking a dog, or riding my horse.
I had an odd experience on Friday night, October 16, 2020. There was work that day importing pick up trucks, but I was the chase driver. That means I drive down to the company’s lot in Washington and wait for the other drivers. Then I drive them back to Canada and we do it again. It’s pretty easy work. Depending on how busy the border is, I can be waiting anywhere from 20 minutes to close to two hours. I spend a lot of time reading.
On our last run of the night, I arrived at the Washington lot just after 6:30pm. It was just getting dark. I was hoping the drivers would cross quickly and we’d be back in Canada before 8pm. My dog, Shadow, was in a horse stall at the farm where I board my horse, so I was anxious to get her home so she could eat her dinner. And I just wanted to get home myself. It had stopped raining, but it had been a cold, wet day.
So I settle in with my Kindle. I’m currently reading Spooky Sweet that I downloaded for free a few days ago. Yeah, sounds like a good October read! It’s written by Connie Shelton and is Book #11 in her Samantha Sweet Cozy Mystery series. Grab it before it reverts back to the regular price! Sometimes I see Book #1 in the series free and will send a shout out, but right now that one costs 99¢, Usually the more recent releases don’t come up as freebies. (Disclosure: I’m an Amazon associate. If the book goes back to its regular price and you make a purchase, I’ll receive a small commission for the referral if you click the link and buy.)
I’m really enjoying the book. Besides the price being right, Samantha is busy expanding her chocolate business. Gotta love that! If you like cozy mysteries that take place in New Mexico, grab it while you can!
Anyway, I’m siting in the truck reading this novel and it’s getting darker and darker, and I’m wondering how much longer it’s going to take before the drivers start rolling in. I’m very aware that I’m an older female sitting in a dark parking lot in an industrial area and locked the truck doors. There’s about 100 trucks parked on the property, so prime stealing for any thieves out there. I figured it was a little early in the night for anyone up to no good.
The property is fenced with high chain link with razor blade and barb wire at the top. There is a gate that is opened with a keypad entry and closed the same way. The gate was open when I showed up so I left it alone. Sometimes it just randomly closes. If I activated the code I’d have to hop back in the truck and drive real fast before the gate closed on me.
Where are you guys?
Time creeps by.
The parking lot is dark. My Kindle lights up the truck’s interior. If anyone comes into the lot, my plan is to close my Kindle and sit there in the dark until I determine who has arrived.
I’m getting annoyed and impatient because I hoped to have been home by 8pm.
I get out of the truck and wander around inbetween parked pick up trucks. I’m well hidden in the dark shadows.
And so is anyone else if it turns out I’m not alone on the lot.
It’s cold. I get back in the truck and lock the doors.
8pm creeps by.
Finally! Someone drives onto the property. I close the Kindle and sit in the darkness and watch. The vehicle stops and I see taillights near the wash bay. This is about 100 feet away from where I’m sitting in the truck. There’s also a few trucks parked between us. I only have a view of the red tail lights cutting through the dark.
Why’s that vehicle just sitting there? Who is it? Our drivers would circle past the wash bay, enter the gravel lot, and park the trucks they’re driving in a line near where I’ve parked the chaser vehicle.
There’s no reason I can think of why any of my drivers would stop at the wash bay.
Then headlights come down the driveway and turn into our parking area. Yay! The first driver has finally arrived! And a second truck is close behind. And the headlights of a third truck!
Now I watch the taillights of whoever is parked near the wash bay as it drives off around the back of the parking lot. Maybe they thought it was getting too crowded! It stops at the far end of the lot, closer to the sliding gate entrance.
That end of the parking lot is rented out to another company that imports vehicles into the states, so it’s possible that one of them had arrived. Maybe their chase driver or the guy who owns that business.
The drivers get in the truck with me and we’re all discussing who’s in that other vehicle.
More importantly we’re all wondering where our last driver is. He was right behind one of the others when they left US Customs. Fifteen minutes later he finally arrives! He didn’t tell us what took so long. We suspect he drove past the exit, missed it in the dark, and had to turn around further down I-5.
It was 8:45 by the time we got back to our lot in Canada. It was nearly 9:30pm when Shadow and I arrived home.
So that’s my little adventure. An odd experience of a dream that felt so real and somehow manifested itself as possible danger for me sitting alone in a dark, deserted parking lot.
At four in the morning it seemed so real.
The man standing in my bedroom doorway – was it real or a dream or a ghost?
And that concludes tonight’s spooky Halloween tale.
Happy October everyone!