I wasn’t sure how to label this dream.
I was in bed. Tucker was beside me. He’d awakened me with a couple claw taps to my hand. This is what he does when he wants me to pet and scratch him at night. I obliged him.
It was 4:50 AM. Dim light was skirting in and around the blinds but the light had an unusual, lemon-green hue. It seemed pixelated with black static. That black static seemed to be closing in on me like a malevolent hand reaching out to seize me.
I wanted to cower under the covers but I felt like I had to get up and check a noise heard elsewhere in the house. Clenching my jaw, I forced myself out of bed.
The black immediately gained mass, pouncing on me like a swarm of angry black insects. I could feel its anger like a growing breeze. Waving it off, I said in my head, “I’m not afraid, you can’t stop me.” I then amended that, “Okay, I am afraid but I’m still not going to let you stop me.”
The black drew down on me and slammed my head like a hurricane wind. I held fast, resisting being pushed back or knocked over. After some seconds of this, I pushed forward toward the door. The black burst apart and vanished.
I woke up. I was partly out of my bed. Surprise held me; “That was a dream?” It seemed so real and intense that I stood there, half out of bed, remembering and thinking before wondering, had there really been a noise? I went to check.
Just in case.
Michael Seidel, writer 
Hi Michael. I do understand. Some dreams / nightmares have such vibrancy and as you said “… It seemed so real and intense …” that like you had I have shot out of bed being at the ready to fight, I have jumped up bolting to the sitting position with violent force ready to battle the evil thing in my dreams, and in the dreams when I am struggling to shout and in the dream I realize I am struggling to open my mouth, get the words / sound out. My mouth feels like my mouth won’t open and the sounds coming out are grabbed, making no sense. Then I am awakened by Ron to be told the words I was trying to get out in the dreams my body was desperately trying to get out in the real world of not dreaming. Sometimes working, sometimes sounding like I am trying to speak while being strangled. I have now learned to use that sensation to wake myself from a bad dream. Some of the times it works, in the dream I will realize what is happening and force myself out of it.
Ron often wakes up claiming to have heard a noise that I never heard. But we always check for he could have been right and I missed it. Most often it is the icemaker or refrigerator that made a louder than normal sound. But you are still right, you have to check. Hugs
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