The past two weeks have been bizarre.  First of all, I was awakened one morning by a pain in my hand.  One of my fingers had a thin diagonal purple mark on it and bending it was extremely painful.  To be honest, it felt as though someone had bitten me.  This is the second time I’ve awoken in pain to a hand injury, (my fingertip was nearly punctured the first time) and there’s nothing in or around my bed that could’ve caused the injuries.

Less than a week ago, I had a dream which included Native American Indians.  Initially, I assumed it was triggered by a recent investigation to a piece of property allegedly haunted by Native American Indians but now I’m not so certain.  I don’t recall much of the dream but I do remember a specific tribe, (Monacan) in which I’d never heard of being named.  A few days later, I researched Monacan Indians online and the tribe actually exists.  In addition, they are nearby and were allies of another Indian tribe in this area.  This is the second time, (I was a teenager the first time) I’ve dreamt about something I had no prior knowledge of.

Two nights ago, I had a vivid nightmare which I can recall in detail.  In the nightmare, I was a teenager, (whom I didn’t recognize) accompanying my father on a research expedition on a ship for several weeks.  It was extremely cold outside and the piers were made of metal.  I was excited to be going and when the car stopped, I ran down the pier towards the water.  Then, I can recall the pier abruptly ending, (it had broken off in a maritime accident) and I was hanging on to twisted metal.  Below me I could hear men screaming for help but I couldn’t see them.  All I saw was complete darkness and I tried pulling myself back up but I wasn’t strong enough.  I asked God for help and when I looked down again, a smiling man, (with blonde curly hair and a mustache) was below me.  He winked at me, boosted me back up onto the pier, and when I turned to thank him, no one was there. 

Early this morning, I was drifting off to sleep when I clearly heard a man call my name.  It startled me and although my fiancé was lying right beside me, he didn’t hear it.  I didn’t recognize the voice, it wasn’t menacing, and it was in a normal tone, (not a whisper).

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