This happened to me when I was a young boy five years of age. I remember it like it was yesterday, but can't decide if it was dream, real, or both. I was sleeping alone in my bedroom- something 'woke' me and I turned over on my back, tired and disorientated. When I opened my eyes, I saw a feather floating above my cheast about four feet above me. It gently floated downward as you would expect a feather to do so, slightly rocking back and forth as it descended. When it was about one foot above my chest, it made a small spin as it continued down. As it made its spin, the flat side of the feather began to come into view. I saw a face (two eyes and a mouth) on the flat part of the feather. The mouth was agap, with teeth, and the eyes were open and menacing. It also seemed like there were fuzzy eyebrows above the eyes, slanted in an evil manner. The eyes were as grey as the feather itself. In fact, the whole thing was void of any color except grey shades. It was laughing at me. I scooted off my bed before it could land on my chest and fell to the floor. I was terrified to look back over my shoulder because I thought the feather would be coming for me. At that point, I crawled over to where the door to my bedroom was. Along side the wall by the door was my dresser. I didn't know if what I saw was real or not, and I was too terrified to go see, get up, or do anything. It was late (early morning) and everyone was asleep in my house. I sat in front of my dresser, leaning against my father's golf bag which for some reason was in my room. (In retrospect, I think it was an old golf bag he gave to me so I'd have a 'golf bag like dad'.) Anyhow, I sat there for I don't know how long, and started to doze off... Before I could totally fall asleep, something again rose me to total conciousness. Not a noise, or movement, but some sort of feeling. Like the feeling you get when you feel a presence in a room. You KNOW somebody has just entered the room... It was that type of buzzing feeling. I opened my eyes and as soon as I did, a large green hand grabbed my face from above. I struggled to get out of the claw-like grasp, and tilted my head back and looked up. The hand was not just a hand, but a whole arm that was coming out from the top of the golf bag that I had been sitting up against. I couldn't barely breath but I remember screaming... The next thing I know, the lights are one and my mother and father are in my room. My dad kneeling down next to me, shaking me. I was screaming about the green arm, but there wasn't one. My mom checked the inside of the golf bag and there was nothing in it. I kept telling them that 'Featherbrain' tried to get me and that's why I crawled away and over by the door. My dad picked me up and brought me back over to the bed, telling me that it was a bad dream and everything was ok. When he went to place me back down on my bead, there was one single grey feather, about the size of the palm of your hand, lying in the middle of my pillow. My mom was freaked for a second. I was horrified. She took the feather and threw it out saying that it must have poofed out of my pillow (which was a feather-pillow) and I awoke just as it was floating back down... I don't know, but one thing is for sure... There were no holes in my pillow... How it changed my life:It was the first concious moment that I understood what dreams were. From that point on, I had many scary dreams, and still do. In fact, I look forward to them. Since it was the first dream I ever knew I experienced, I have difficulty knowing when I am dreaming and when I am not. Most of my dreams have the same half real, half dream feel to them. Those are the ones I look forward too. Since then, whenever I awake from a dream, I look for physical evidence... I haven't found any yet, but I feel strongly that someday I will... Also, I had a lot of dreams that I remember from that period in my life when I had the feather dream. Particularily, there are three or four that have been reoccuring dreams from that age all the way up to present time. The wierd thing is, they aren't just reoccuring- They usually take up were the last left off with the same people, theme and generalities, but then continue on to new scenarios... What's wierd is that the Featherbrain dream, which stood so strongly in my mind from the moment I had it and still does, has never once reocurred...
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