In my late 30s and early 40 years old I experienced very clear and several recurring dreams. They were intense and felt real - not to be mistaken as surreal - it was as if it were actually happening again. There was an extremely deep sensation at my sides, that I could not stop on my own. Concurrent was this freakish sound like a scream coming from the outside of my dark cave, which I interpreted as a witch's mad laugh or cry. Finally, those thick-sized grabbing things (fingers, or claws) stopped pulling at my sides right when the screaming stopped and suddenly I was loosened to be exposed to such a brightness of which I was unfamiliar. The ordeal left me exhausted. While I wanted to rest I felt this intuition to keep an eye on my surroundings as I was being held by an uncanny familiar being unlike that previous buoyant of comfort. Those moments before the torturous extraction of that mad tickling sensation at my sides that pulled me away from what I now know was my mother's womb.
