From: Donna Lang
My Story:I’m an intelligent woman, 28, married, mom of a 9-year-old daughter, outgoing, responsible, competent, considered very attractive. I rarely have bad dreams but last Friday morning I awoke from a disturbing dream in which I was trapped in a room of some kind and couldn’t get out. After a short bit I put it out of my mind, had breakfast with my husband and daughter, saw them off for work and school and went for my morning jog. When I returned I walked in on a couple, man and woman, burglarizing our house. I was overpowered, terrified and shaking. They had a roll of duct tape, taped my mouth, taped my arms behind my back, taped my legs and left me in a closet. After I was sure they had gone I began squirming furiously, but could not get at all loose and was unable to stand (they had taped my wrists and ankles together). With no way to get out of that closet and hop or crawl for help I realized I might remain bound up for hours until my daughter returned from school. The struggling had worn me out and as I sat exhausted, scared, angry, upset I recalled my dream. Had it been some sort of vision? I became even more frightened and tried desperately to break the tape around my wrists but was unsuccessful. I had never before thought about the paranormal but as I sat in that dark closet I became consumed by such thoughts. Common sense told me it was nonsense but I did have the dream and I was now bound and gagged in a room with no way out. I tried to sleep thinking I would wake up and find it was all another dream but I couldn’t even doze off. Hours passed, at times I yanked and struggled furiously, then, exhausted, rested. All the while I was being consumed by thoughts of the paranormal and I convinced myself that breaking free would once and for all end such thoughts. But I couldn’t get even slightly loose and pretty much gave up. I didn’t want my daughter to find me bound and helpless like this but there was no alternative. After almost seven hours I heard the front door open and began “mmphing” as loud as I could. My daughter and a friend of hers called out and quickly found me. The two of them managed to lift me out of the closet into the light and then pull and cut most of the tape off me. I was able to get the last strands unwound from my legs which made me feel at least slightly useful. My daughter reacted to this situation in a very concerned and caring way. She has been very affectionate since.
A week has now passed, I fall asleep at night fearing another premonition. but I have had no more paranormal visions and am unable to conclude whether my dream of a week ago was coincidence or otherwise.