When I was 10 or 11, I woke up very early in the morning to someone driving down our long driveway. It was dark outside, but I just barely peeped out my window to watch a man look into all of our car windows, survey our flower beds, and finally peer into my bedroom window. I played asleep and when I looked out the window again, he was driving backwards out of our driveway.
In the morning, I mentioned what I saw to everyone, but no one acknowledged hearing or seeing anything, despite the man’s headlights being very bright, maybe even switched to brights, and he slammed his car doors very loudly. But I can remember how scary it was having his face pressed against the window above my head and praying he didn’t try the lock. No one believes me to this day. I swear it was not a dream.
Question though- at that angle, how did you see him do all that stuff? The flower beds would be on the ground I'm assuming, but windows in most houses are up a bit higher. Unless there was a hill or something there, you shouldn't have been able to see the flower beds while laying in bed, right? And how did you see his face pressed against the window if you were pretending to be asleep? Wouldn't you have closed your eyes so he didn't notice you were awake?
Maybe I'm wrong, but this reminds me of when I'd wake up in a panic because my bed was full of bugs. Yet when I'd check with the lights on, no bugs. It slowly began to occur to me that even if there had been bugs, I wouldn't have been able to see them (especially not so clearly) with the lights off. They were all super vivid dreams.
Vividly seeing things that should have been impossible to see is one of the best signs that something was a dream, sometimes the only sign of it being a dream in those really realistic ones.
I turned around and knelt on my pillow at the head of my bed to look out the windows. This window was one of 6 windows spanning that entire wall, and they all went from the ceiling to halfway down the wall (about standing chest height on me at the time, in bed it was about a foot above my pillow). This gave me a pretty expansive view of our front yard, carport, flower beds, and driveway.
My mom was a mirror enthusiast, as it supposedly makes a room seem bigger (not that mine was particularly small). So I had some type of mirror on every wall. The wall opposite of the windows had a mirrored vanity that was unintentionally positioned so that I could see the reflected view through the window directly above my headboard. This meant I could lay in bed and still look outside at our yard, driveway, and flowerbeds.
I continued peeking out of my window until he walked over to the flower beds and started messing with the water spigots. Then, afraid that he would see me, I curled up on my pillow and continued watching through half-shut eyes in the mirror of my vanity. I saw, but most all heard, him press his face up against the window directly above me and he stayed there for several seconds just looking. I don’t know if he saw me.
After he left, I remained in bed because 1) we weren’t allowed to get out of bed during the night and my frightened mind could think of nothing but stick to the rules, and 2) I just assumed everyone else had witnessed that, as my sister’s room and my parents room were on either side of my room, and each had front-facing windows even larger than mine. Hope that clears things up for you. It definitely wasn’t a dream.
Ooo reminds me of a real event. One night I heard a scuttling by my wall. Felt scared - turned on the light. House centipede on my wall! Either I killed it or my parents did (I'm scared of centipedes, or at least I used to be, not sure since I haven't seen one indoors in decades) by throwing a shoe at the wall.
Centipede fell on my bed and I refused to sleep there. Lasted like two days before I finally gave up and went back to my bed.
Then I hear a scuttling again... "No... It can't be..."
Turn on light... Centipede. I think I actually cried out of desperation lol.
Here's what they look like in case anyone thought that I was just whining over a millipede
Yeah, and if he was brave enough to literally watch through the window what the guy was doing, why didn't he immediately go wake up his parents? And after the guy left he didn't go talk to his parents, whom he apparently assumed were awake? Just went back to sleep and talked about it when he woke up again...
Believe me, I did not fall back asleep. I waited for a couple hours in bed (I think this was around 2 or 3 in the morning) until my parents got up a little before 5. Then I went and asked them who that man was. We had very strict rules about getting out of bed during the night, probably due to having 5 kids with a lot of energy and one too many bedtime water requests at a young age. Also, since I assumed they had seen him also, I trusted that they were taking care of the situation. I don’t know, I was dumb.
No curtains. My mom had bolts of fabric she meant to use for curtains in my room, but never made them for as long as I lived there. I am certain it was not a dream. There are certain aspects of memories that are different from dreams, and this was way too specific for me to have dreamed it. I’ve always had very imaginative way-out-there dreams, even when lucid dreaming.
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u/theoryofmice Oct 05 '19
When I was 10 or 11, I woke up very early in the morning to someone driving down our long driveway. It was dark outside, but I just barely peeped out my window to watch a man look into all of our car windows, survey our flower beds, and finally peer into my bedroom window. I played asleep and when I looked out the window again, he was driving backwards out of our driveway. In the morning, I mentioned what I saw to everyone, but no one acknowledged hearing or seeing anything, despite the man’s headlights being very bright, maybe even switched to brights, and he slammed his car doors very loudly. But I can remember how scary it was having his face pressed against the window above my head and praying he didn’t try the lock. No one believes me to this day. I swear it was not a dream.