Of Hands and Heartattacks

Several days ago I was surfing the world of internet posting and I stumbled across a site where a man said that he had had a troubling dream the night before. Being a victim of troubling dreams myself, I left a comment saying that if he told it I would describe my latest and we could compare. Well he has, and so to keep my word, not to mention I have nothing else to post about, here is the latest adventure from the mind of W.C.


Many moons ago, while sleeping peacefully in my bed, I was visited by three spirits. Wait, that's not the right story. Here's the right one.

During the night I found myself in that half awake state, where you are aware of your surroundings but as soon as you turn over, you fall right back asleep. This happens occasionally and usually I just turn over and go back to sleep. This time though something was different. Even though I was half asleep I could feel a hand gripping my arm! In case you don't know me I am single, sleep alone, and don't share my bed with anyone, so this was completely out of the ordinary. As soon as I became aware of the hand I had the instant knowledge that this was a dead, disembodied hand that was clasping my arm! In a split second I was wide awake, and perched at the foot of my bed, having jumped there screaming before I even realized what I was doing. As I crouched there looking frantically for the unattached arm in the dim moonlight, it slowly sank in after several seconds that there was no way an arm could be in my bed and it must have been a dream. Even after that it took me a while to convince myself that it was safe to lie back down.

Thankfully I have had enough night time terrors like this to be able to go back to sleep fairly easily. However the memory of the certainty that I had continues to haunt me, making me wonder if it wasn't more than just a simple dream. Thank God that whatever it be whether dreams or giants we can have prefect peace in the blood of Jesus.