Kuala Lumpur January 2016 “One Second”
01/01/16 20:28
I dream every night. As I awaken I can recall bits of what had been going through my mind but most days those memories will have gone in less than a minute. Those I remember would be related to ongoing events or those that had recently taken place in my life but once and only once in my life that was not the case. Let me tell you what happened that night.
I'd been married for about a year and was asleep at our home in Malaysia dreaming about work. This was something I would do every night for over a year after I had retired but time it would end differently. Just like most dreams it was a mishmash of totally unrelated events that were going through my mind. It was my last working day and had an assignment that meant I was heading to a hotel for a meeting. No, don't try to make sense of that! I have related what was my last working day elsewhere so I knew, even as those thoughts were passing through my mind, that I was dreaming. Then something very unusual happened I was woken up by someone pushing me. The first thing I thought was that “my wife has moved over, just go back to sleep” but then my semi-conscious brain realised the pressure on my body was coming from the other side of the bed.
Now I was 'awake'. I could feel the physical pressure of someone or something pushing me towards my wife so I pressed my hand into the bed to prevent that happening and opened my eyes. I was lying on my back and on the wall in front of me I could see the vertical lines of light from the street lights outside that had crept around the window blinds. Pressure was coming on to my right side so I turned my head to look that way. About an arms length from me was a ball of light, about the size of a beach ball, less than one metre in diameter, with no discernible circumference but inside were many small flashing lights which looked like twinkling stars. I starred at it for what could not have been more than a couple of seconds and thought how is this pushing me across the bed? I could see no hands, body or a 'force field' so what is going on here? Then I thought I'm not having any of this and spoke out “begone in Jesus name”. The ball of light flickered, dimmed and within a few seconds had gone, as too had the pressure on my body. I starred at where it had been and I fully 'woke up'.
By now I was really awake and wondering what I had just experienced. The street lights on the wall in front of me were where I expected to see them and I realised in my 'slumbers' a minute earlier they had looked a little different. As I lay there I realised my 'dream' had not just been visual but one including feelings and to this day that is unique in my life. I wondered what time it was and put my hand out towards the bedside chair to pick up my watch only then to realise I had forgotten to bring it into the bedroom. No matter, it wasn't that important but then I remembered we had a light outside our room that was set to switch off around 3 am. That was not an exact time as it was only on to prevent bats thinking our house was a good place to hang out at. I propped myself up in bed and starred at the bedroom door. In the gap beneath the door and the floor I could see the light was on. One second later it went off. I sank back onto the bed, thought about what I had just seen and lifted myself to look at the door again. The light was definitely off but it had been on when I first looked. Well that was odd, not the light going off, after all it did that every night. No what was odd was that I had been woken up by what I assumed was a dream right at the time the outside light was due to switch off. I wondered what the odds of that happening were and spent the next five minutes working through the maths. I decided it would be a once in sixty years occurrence but looking at it again I reckon it would be something like a 4,000 – 1 chance. Maybe if I woke up in the middle of the night every day and looked at the light under the door for a few seconds then maybe I would see it go off once in eleven years but I don't wake up every night and when I do I don't bother looking at the door to see what the time might be.
As I lay there I got the distinct impression that someone or something had just spoken these words to me, "I am with you always". There was no real emotion in those words, it felt just like a 'matter of fact' and I had no idea who or what was saying them. I stared at the ceiling and tried to make some sense of it all. I had been woken up by a ball of twinkling lights trying to push me out of bed which dissolved as soon as I spoke to it. Then someone just said they would always be with me. Was that the floating ball speaking or something else and was that ball a good thing or bad. I had no idea and drifted back off to sleep.
[Footnote: A few years later I was recounting this story to my brother. He looked at me and said “When we were children we shared the same bedroom. I woke up one night and looked across the room to where your bed was and above it there was floating a circular ball with twinkling lights. I was scarred, pulled the blanket back over my head”.]
I'd been married for about a year and was asleep at our home in Malaysia dreaming about work. This was something I would do every night for over a year after I had retired but time it would end differently. Just like most dreams it was a mishmash of totally unrelated events that were going through my mind. It was my last working day and had an assignment that meant I was heading to a hotel for a meeting. No, don't try to make sense of that! I have related what was my last working day elsewhere so I knew, even as those thoughts were passing through my mind, that I was dreaming. Then something very unusual happened I was woken up by someone pushing me. The first thing I thought was that “my wife has moved over, just go back to sleep” but then my semi-conscious brain realised the pressure on my body was coming from the other side of the bed.
Now I was 'awake'. I could feel the physical pressure of someone or something pushing me towards my wife so I pressed my hand into the bed to prevent that happening and opened my eyes. I was lying on my back and on the wall in front of me I could see the vertical lines of light from the street lights outside that had crept around the window blinds. Pressure was coming on to my right side so I turned my head to look that way. About an arms length from me was a ball of light, about the size of a beach ball, less than one metre in diameter, with no discernible circumference but inside were many small flashing lights which looked like twinkling stars. I starred at it for what could not have been more than a couple of seconds and thought how is this pushing me across the bed? I could see no hands, body or a 'force field' so what is going on here? Then I thought I'm not having any of this and spoke out “begone in Jesus name”. The ball of light flickered, dimmed and within a few seconds had gone, as too had the pressure on my body. I starred at where it had been and I fully 'woke up'.
By now I was really awake and wondering what I had just experienced. The street lights on the wall in front of me were where I expected to see them and I realised in my 'slumbers' a minute earlier they had looked a little different. As I lay there I realised my 'dream' had not just been visual but one including feelings and to this day that is unique in my life. I wondered what time it was and put my hand out towards the bedside chair to pick up my watch only then to realise I had forgotten to bring it into the bedroom. No matter, it wasn't that important but then I remembered we had a light outside our room that was set to switch off around 3 am. That was not an exact time as it was only on to prevent bats thinking our house was a good place to hang out at. I propped myself up in bed and starred at the bedroom door. In the gap beneath the door and the floor I could see the light was on. One second later it went off. I sank back onto the bed, thought about what I had just seen and lifted myself to look at the door again. The light was definitely off but it had been on when I first looked. Well that was odd, not the light going off, after all it did that every night. No what was odd was that I had been woken up by what I assumed was a dream right at the time the outside light was due to switch off. I wondered what the odds of that happening were and spent the next five minutes working through the maths. I decided it would be a once in sixty years occurrence but looking at it again I reckon it would be something like a 4,000 – 1 chance. Maybe if I woke up in the middle of the night every day and looked at the light under the door for a few seconds then maybe I would see it go off once in eleven years but I don't wake up every night and when I do I don't bother looking at the door to see what the time might be.
As I lay there I got the distinct impression that someone or something had just spoken these words to me, "I am with you always". There was no real emotion in those words, it felt just like a 'matter of fact' and I had no idea who or what was saying them. I stared at the ceiling and tried to make some sense of it all. I had been woken up by a ball of twinkling lights trying to push me out of bed which dissolved as soon as I spoke to it. Then someone just said they would always be with me. Was that the floating ball speaking or something else and was that ball a good thing or bad. I had no idea and drifted back off to sleep.
[Footnote: A few years later I was recounting this story to my brother. He looked at me and said “When we were children we shared the same bedroom. I woke up one night and looked across the room to where your bed was and above it there was floating a circular ball with twinkling lights. I was scarred, pulled the blanket back over my head”.]