Journal entry

It was early and I had just awakened from a restless night. As I lay pending full awareness before getting out of bed, the light from a vehicle hit the far wall in my bedroom where a shadow of a person stood, fully-formed, before me.

The light lingered just long enough to give my awareness a moment to catch-up with my senses. Just long enough to know that I was not in a dream. Then, as the light beam moved away, leaving me in darkness, the shadow was gone.

It was there.

It was not a dream.
It was not my imagination.
It appeared in my full field of vision.
I was not afraid nor did I feel a sense of dread.

My room is upstairs so it was not the reflection of a person outside merely caught in the headlight and projected onto the wall of my room. As a matter of fact, whatever it was, was in the room and not on the wall at all.

*Horatio:
O day and night, but this is wondrous strange!
Hamlet:
And therefore as a stranger give it welcome.
There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

*Shakespeare's

Hamlet

Act 1, Scene 5, 159-167

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