Screaming or howling

After all the intense dreams of the previous month, I felt almost as though I needed a break. Did not stop the weirdness though. Reading back over it is kind of sobering. Be assured I had plenty of mundane dreams as well! --- --- --- --- --- A sudden startling image of one of my friends standing in my back doorway. Highly detailed, as though I were right there.| "I can hear everything you are thinking," he says. It was weird. Weird enough for me to tell a dream character in a later dream of the night about it. --- --- --- --- --- I am with my blonde host sister, although she does not exist in the waking world. I regretted not spending more time with her over the years, even though I had always regarded her as one of the shadow ones. --- --- --- --- --- I was in the countryside on a peaceful night. I looked up to see that we were mid-way through a lunar eclipse, but we were viewing it through some sort of rift or portal in the sky. As the moon passed and the eclipse ended, the warp collapse and the moon disappeared. Then, all of a sudden, I was catapulted into the air with great force and began to soar over the starlit countryside. "I am dreaming," I thought, but within moments I had awoken. --- --- --- --- --- A tension in the air. I walk past a hooded man in sorrow outside the barred window of a sleeping woman. "I visit her in her dreams," he says to me. "Is this wrong?" "No," I say, "but she will never know you beyond that." --- --- --- --- --- Entity dream for certain. My room looks completely real, but it is like a strange sleep paralysis has fallen over me. I could move, but only barely, and parts of my body felt numb. I became aware that I had an extra set of arms. I investigated my body awareness and realised that I could not move one of the sets. I rolled over and bit down into one of their fists. I heard a male voice scream out in pain from within my head. There was a shift, and I was in the bathtub of my parents' bathroom. The lights were out but the room was illuminated by the warm glow of a candle. It was incredibly realistic, as though it had been ripped straight from my memories. 'This is wrong,' I thought, and the dream shifted back to my bedroom. I was in my hammock, but could still hear the hollow slosh of the bathwater. I felt the presence return, invisible hands touching me. I encouraged the presence to approach, I was in the mood for games. --- --- --- --- --- Truly strange cognition. At one point in the night I recall waking and visiting the bathroom for a glass of water. Upon returning, I was convinced that I had to perform all my actions in reverse. It was integral to remember that in this world it was different. I even believed that everything I had been doing up to that point had been in reverse, and that therefore I was succeeding.