TheVilleAtDawn

A simple discription of my experience while at home in Durban eNanda (South Africa). You will love this experience just read along.

The time is 02:10 and I'm wide awake, just not in the sleeping mood at all. But my eyes did force shut for a few minutes. And I had one of those moments where the body is stiff, not moving, and for a few seconds I was a mute. No word came out load no matter how much I tried to keep calm and loosen my muscles, I still couldn't speak of move. The problem is; I can see the people next to me but it is not really my two sisters I see on the bed parallel to mine. Instead I see my mother, who is also asleep and doesn't want to wake me up as I ask for help. That's just one side of the story. So as this is taking place I'm alert, I'm in a state I can describe as being half awake and half asleep. So I can hear things; and apparently I pick up a sound of people singing and chanting Zulu, the sound of dry cow skin that covers a hollow drum to make what you would know as (the Zulu Drum). The voices of youth boys and girls symbolizing unity and joy touches my soul. You would swear they are doing the music for a pay, but no they are not...aside from the singing I hear dogs barking, c**k crowing, I also hear the sound of good party music and two load female voices, that would make a lame n***a want to get off his bed. I'm still in this 'half sleep, half awake state' now I'm trying to use the method I always use when such happens: I wait remain still for a few seconds and control my breathing at last,try moving but there's no luck. Instead I hear a load sound in my ears and if I could describe it I would. I think it sounded more like a person singing a centimeter away from your ear very load. I keep trying to release my voice to ask my mother who appears to be sleeping on the bed parallel mine, but she ignores me even when I touch her (relax though she wouldn't do this in reality). The frightening this I recall from last night is an owl making the noise which owls make, and my granny who is a traditional healer says the owl was sent by a black Voodoo spiritual freak. So as I'm in a stationery poison facing the roof this troubles me a lot and I can almost see my death at this point. Luckily one of the cats we own at home jumps on my bed to rest next to my feet, wakes me up. Now I wake up and discover that someone switched the lights in all four rooms that make up this house (before you get confused you have to know that this house has no ceiling, so I can see when the lights are off in every room). And after that I couldn't sleep at all, I was paranoid of nothing.