So did it work? Did the protection hex I cast the other night actually work? Honestly, I’m not sure.
In some ways I can say yes, it definitely worked, and that’s exciting. Since I cast the spell (I can’t believe I’m saying that) we haven’t experienced any unexplained opening doors, there haven’t been any strange sounds in the house, no shadowy figures; no weird experiences at all, actually. Wendy has noticed too, and she confirmed that since Tuesday night she hasn’t had a single experience that she would consider unusual or ‘paranormal’. That’s really good news, obviously. I told her what I did, too; I let her know yesterday and I showed her the video. She seemed nervous, not that I would blame her, but the results seem to speak for themselves and I think at this point she’s more relieved than anything else.
So why am I not more excited? The dreams. The soldier and portal dreams seem to have gone, I don’t remember dreaming either of them since the spell, and no sleepwalking either, but in their place is something… darker. Something that feels much more malevolent. These new dreams don’t terrify me like the other dreams did, but they give me a much more prevalent sense of unease that’s hard to describe. I can’t say that there are any specific parts or details or figures that I can remember with any clarity, but there is something there, something I can’t even put into words. It’s like a living darkness, but there are shapes within it, shapes that don’t make sense. Again, none of it is clear, and at least I’m not waking up screaming and shaking any more, but it feels very wrong. Wendy says that from her point of view, it’s the most peaceful she’s seen me sleeping in months, so it must be a good thing, Right?
So how come I’m still waking up feeling so tired and drained? I just have a really bad feeling that there’s more to this than I realize. Nothing is free, right?
Nothing is free.