About 4 weeks ago, I had a strange experience (though I was calling it a dream until about a week ago).

I awoke in my bed at about 2:45 in the morning. As I often do when I wake up in the middle of the night, I looked at my Cell Phone to check the time. After looking at the time, I received a call, which is strange for me as, although I'm a bit of a night owl, I rarely receive calls after 9 pm. I flipped the phone open to answer, and the screen started to blink out and components of the phone's interface were blinking on and off of their own accord. Then, it just shut off.

I then became filled with a sense of dread that was growing more intense by the second. I knew I had to get out of my apartment, and drive somewhere else, anywhere else. I hastily threw on the shirt I had been wearing in the evening, a pair of shorts, and sandals, and headed out the door. Before leaving, I had planned to warn my neighbor, but by the time I was locking my front door, I was too frightened to care.

Outside, everything seemed abnormally bright, almost as bright as day, but different. When I got to the parking lot, things got fuzzy. I can't remember as much after leaving my apartment, but I seem to remember the parking lot being somehow crowded, like there were a lot of people there. I saw my car and started walking towards it.

My next conscious memory is of waking up in my bed and checking the time on my Cell Phone (around 3:50 am).

Ever since then, I've been having a lot of difficulty sleeping. I've been trying to pressure my girlfriend into moving in with me, if only because I feel more safe with her in bed with me lately. The other night I didn't sleep at all because I was stricken with a deathly fear that something was going to get me. I felt like I was suffocating.

Last Tuesday, after work, I met my girlfriend at a local bookstore/coffee shop. I was, for some reason, attracted to a section dedicated to UFO phenomena, even though I would usually stick to the poetry or literature sections. Flipping through the books, I was suddenly presented with the cover of "Communion." I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I knocked almost the entire row of books off the shelf, and scared the hell out of my girlfriend. I'd seen the book before, and even read a chapter or two, but had never had any abnormal reaction to the cover.

This really sucks. I don't know what to do. People are starting to notice a change in me. I'm nervous all the time. Part of me wants to hear that I'm not crazy, another part wants to hear that I am, and that some Xanax or something will make it go away. Just getting it off my chest makes me feel a little less on edge, though.