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I think the boy might be a demon. Do you think the fact that we're remodeling our bathroom might have something to do with all this? My parents keep saying that it's the gateway to Hell and that they're trying to seel it up with tile. I know it's just a running joke about our crappy house, but I hered doing stuff like this can upset ghosts.
I would also like to report that I had a dream in wich I couldn't decide what to wear, so I went to steal some clothes from a car in an Ikea parking lot. Then I started to think, "I've never stolen anything in my life! What am I doing here?"
There was a big tree with a large hole in the bottom on the sandy hill I was standing on. I stuck my head inside, wanting to astrally project. That bumpy, rushing feeling happened again, but this time I found it pleasant because I was contolling it. Suddenly, I was back in my body and I thought, "What a gip!" I must have been going back to my body!
As for attacking the little boy (for some reason I feel like I shouldn't speak to him), mabe I could picture putting himin a cage and dumping him in the ocean, then dropping an aid bomb, and filling what is left of the sea with pirranahs . . .
Too dramatic? What can I say, Hitler was a vegatarien, too.
Thanks for all the advice!

I was able to get out of a frightening OBE by picturing myself in a safe place in my mind, surronded by wolves. I suggest you creat your own special place and imagine some kind of protective creature or thing in it.

"The dream police; they live inside of my head
the dream police they come to me in my bed
and I can't tell lies because they're listing to me . . ."

That's from a Cheap Trick song. Apparently the man who wrote it really dreamed about them. I doubt this is helpful, but I couldn't help it.

I've got a little fair-haired boy who sometimes tries to kill me in my dreams. It's interesting to know I'm not the only one! I'm also very glad to learn about the gasp of air - I get paralyzed after I dream about this boy, too.

I'm glad you people don't think I'm a chicken for panicking. As for that little boy, I've had three main experiences with him, although sometimes I feel like he's watching me as I try and sleep.
1. I dreamed that  I was in my room, and the house started shaking and falling apart. I ran downstairs and their he was waiting at the bottom, laughing at me.
2.  In another dream, years later, he chased me though the park with a tree branch bigger than himself. I tripped, and just before he hit me he sai, "I died by a stick and so will you!" The strangest part of this dream was that I could actually feel my feet hitting the ground as I ran.
3. I had some control over this dream. I was floating down into a park and could see children playing on one of those kick-and-go-round things. Somehow I knew one was him, and that he was going to kill me. I managed to 'rewind' the dream until before it had started, but I couldn't move when I woke up. I felt that boy would stab me wile I was paralyzed. After falling back asleep the exact same thing happened.

If it has any significance, this kid is about 3 and has blond hair.

[I woke up in the middle of the night and, as usual, couldn't get back to sleep. Around one I was ready to beat myself with an iron rod to get this Cheap Trick song out of my head. Then I closed my eyes, and something seemed to suck me into the blackness. I could suddenly see what looked like a man made of green light. A voice came out of nowhere, asking "Whould you like to meet the entity that lives in this house?" Stunned, I tried to move and found that I couldn't. I wasn't sure what to say. Then something started sucking me foreward. Then I realized that I wanted NOTHING to do with this entity, thank you very much! It was like being on a really old roller coaster; one that was about to derail. My bedroom was a dark collum, and I was being pulled unwillingly tward the window. But I wasn't going down without a fight! I struggled with the force, tring with all my might to open my eyes. Finally, I pictured that quiet place with gray sand and a pack of wolves running around in my mind. I summoned the lead wolf for protection, and the force stopped. I coul move.What do you think? Every other psychic experience I'v had was quit pleaseant, appart from this creapy little boy that keeps tring to kill me in my sleep. But this figure was too big to be him.]

I woke up in the middle of the night and, as usual, couldn't get back to sleep. Around one I was ready to beat myself with an iron rod to get this Cheap Trick song out of my head. Then I closed my eyes, and something seemed to suck me into the blackness. I could suddenly see what looked like a man made of green light. A voice came out of nowhere, asking "Whould you like to meet the entity that lives in this house?" Stunned, I tried to move and found that I couldn't. I wasn't sure what to say. Then something started sucking me foreward. Then I realized that I wanted  NOTHING to do with this entity, thank you very much! It was like being on a really old roller coaster; one that was about to derail. My bedroom was a dark collum, and I was being pulled unwillingly tward the window. But I wasn't going down without a fight! I struggled with the force, tring with all my might to open my eyes. Finally, I pictured that quiet place with gray sand and a pack of wolves running around in my mind. I summoned the lead wolf for protection, and the force stopped. I coul move.
What do you think? Every other psychic experience I'v had was quit pleaseant, appart from this creapy little boy that keeps tring to kill me in my sleep. But this figure was too big to be him.