This was a typical night; I relaxed and was going into the sleep cycle. This is when I started to see images of my arms waving around. I found this funny because I could swear that my arms were positioned behind my head.

The arms that were waving around were dense shadowy. I decided to test to see if they were my arms. I caught the nearest one with my mouth and was biting on it on the fingers. This was when I recognized that the arms were not mine.  

 I said to myself, that the last time I saw black shadow arms waving around, they were coming out the wall, and their appearance had more to do with my mind, perhaps a fragment of imagination. The strange thing about it was that I did not summon, or consciously create an image of dense shadow arms, or is it that it was done unconsciously. Either way, I found it to be creepy, and somewhat scary. I concluded that the way to banish those arms was through sheer willpower.

  The last time I saw those shadow arms, I simply willed them away. This time around, I did the same thing, I made the shadow arms disappear.

After the shadow arms disappeared, I don’t how long it was before I saw an image of what looked like a flag being unfolded. It was the length of my body. I saw that there was the image of Manhattan Island on it. The image looked so life like that I had to take a closer look.

When I looked more closer, I could see the street and people walking and cars moving around. I went to a particular street in midtown, after that I cannot recall if I was involved in some event in Manhattan. Because when I was at the street level the environment did not look like Manhattan at all. The environment looked more rural than urban.

I was looking at a row of parked cars. Then a car that looked like the Dukes of Hazard’s car the General Lee, except for the General Lee was yellow without the Confederate flag. It looked more like a sup up yellow taxicab. The yellow General Lee pulled up and was next to the parked cars.

Not sure who got out the yellow General Lee, it pulled off after the person got out. Then the yellow General Lee came back, this time it rammed the parked cars wrecking them. The yellow General Lee wasn’t done.  It drove up a transport trailer using it as a ramp and creamed into the parked cars again. The yellow General Lee’s front end was smashed in.

It seemed that whoever was driving that yellow General Lee didn’t care what kind of condition the car will be in after ramming it in those parked cars.

Before I could see how things progressed, I felt something bump on my leg. It felt like a ball hit me on the leg. The bump jolted me out of the dream state.  

I got the feeling that there was somebody or something in the room. I looked and I swore that I could see an outline of a person. I blurted out, “whose there,” then a voice answered “Delta.”    

I was stunned to hear what I heard. I was not experiencing sleep paralysis because my legs were moving. I concluded that this entity is a spirit. I asked, “what do you want.” I did not get an answer. I just saw the out line move to another area of the room that was closer to the bed.

This is when I told the spirit to get the hell out of my room. I don’t think it heard me the first time. I could see what looked like an outline of a figure smoking a cigarette. Then I said in a commanding voice, “DELTA, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM, NOW!”

I gathered that this was when he got the message, because I did not detect his presence anymore.

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