Ever since I was a child I have had intruder dreams. I don’t know how common this is, though I suspect it is common enough. I have always put it down to where and how I grew up – the possibility of (violent) home invasion was a very real threat. The first time my family had a break-in happened when I was 14 years old; my parents have since been burglarised multiple times and had cars stolen, though praise be to all the gods/ancestors/guardian angels/land spirits that look after them, they have never been home when it happened.
So I’ve had dreams of my family home being broken into, maybe half-a-dozen to 10 times that I can recall. It always starts with me sensing that there is someone there, somewhere, then realising that one of the doors or security gates is unlocked and (usually) that my mother is outside. What wakes me is the smell. It isn’t any natural smell (garlic, sulphur, chili) I’ve ever encountered (ie. I am not gassing myself awake ha ha!) – the only way I can describe it is “violating”. I wake up with my heart pounding and the smell stuck in my nose.
I had one of these dreams a few months ago, after a very long time of not having them. This time, I was prepared. Thanks to my work on grounding and building shields together with being more “dream aware”, I banished whatever it was that was attempting to breach my boundaries, in-dream. I woke up with the same awful smell lingering, but I wasn’t afraid and knew that I had successfully warded off the attack. Then went right back to sleep.
Now I have to wonder if those dreams have always been rooted in real fear, or if they were some variation of psychic assault (dear me how dramatic). Or perhaps I was sent the most recent one as a form of training. Whatever combination of these things it might be, the timing is highly intriguing.
That smell though…