Knock- Knock in Dreams

Editing to add. Today is 3-6-9. I had found that out the day before through unrelated happenings. Or at least, as unrelated as events in one person’s lifetime can be. This was on my mind all night.

I usually remember my dreams. It is more uncommon for me not to remember my dreams. If I am left with the emotionality, and distant, foggy impressions; I wonder what has kept me from being conscious of it.

What is uncommon, is the clear connection to waking life. Like a seamless transition, and that has to my memory, only happened maybe once or twice.

Last night I was tired, had gotten up several times with L (she still co-sleeps), and it wasn’t until early morning that my dream was interrupted. It wasn’t smoothly interrupted, but there was integration into my dream, which made this experience more confusing.

I was dreaming and, I was in an odd place. There were no doors in this place, however, and after while I became aware of knocking. Specifically the kind of knocking one hears on a door. At first, I was not alarmed. I had the feeling that it was in and from my dream. And, I kept on doing whatever it was I was doing in the dream.
The knocking became more of a focus. It was odd, again, because there weren’t any doors in my dream. I felt like I needed to figure it out. Was there someone out there? I could not do what I was doing until the knocking stopped. Who wanted in? But, there was no door.
At this point I began to feel more alarm. Yet it was still in the dream. The sensations never did resonate with my physical location; even in a dream, I am attuned to the physical location of my body. There aren’t any doors in our house that sound like that. Anyway, none of the doors are closed.
Then, as my alarm rose, I felt myself slip away from the dream and more into waking consciousness. The knocking was still there
Holy Shit.
It stopped.
And I heard someone in my house. Climbing the noisy ass creaky stairs. Crossing the landing. Entering my room. Approaching the bed. I heard every floorboard. The swish of fabric. The presence of.. who? Or what?
I am always aware that it is not a physical presence. But it is a presence, nonetheless. One that barges in uninvited.

I do sit up and look around, but, I know that is silly because I won’t see anything with my physical eyeballs. I feel scared, anyways. I perform the Vesica and a prayer. I feel better. I ask my angel and Christ for comfort and tell the thing to leave 3 times.
I feel that it is not gone.

I felt unnerved and was awake a while longer. I didn’t know what else to do than not focus on the thing. My experience with entities is, it doesn’t matter how long they hang out, just your focus and feelings toward it.

It’s morning and I have a bit of a more logical thinking. It is human since, anything else would have immediately obeyed the command of Christ. For some reason, humans feel entitled in this regard, LOL
It also seems only humans get to impinge on the freedoms and choices of other human beings, and other beings as well. It is a sad state of affairs.
So who is it? I wonder briefly if one my parents had died. Nah.
I notice, though, almost right away upon waking that that old critical criticizing and hard judgmental thought pattern is back.

Ah. Hello, Mother.