We both live in an apartment in Los Angeles, and odd things have been happening to both of us. We don't believe in aliens, but what's happening to us is very fishy. It's definitely worth discussion.
I was having a dream about working in an office. I looked around at everyone in the room, and realize that they weren't human. Their faces turned scaley and green, and I fell to the ground. Immediately, I realized I was dreaming, and I had an impulse to warn my roommate of danger. I woke up, but couldn't move or speak. I tried to push the words out, but it was impossible. After about ten seconds, I broke out of this hold, and looked out my bedroom door, and heard two separate clicks. These clicks were in different tones and patterns. It sounded like two beings communicating. I ran out, but nothing was there. I burst into my roommates room, and she was gone.
I have heard the clicks every night since then, when I wake up late at night. I also had a dream where there was a loud squeaking noise in my ear. I quickly woke up, and glancing towards the door, saw a translucent figure for a split second.
Fortunately, the day Bryan burst into my room, I had not been abducted. I had gone to a concert and slept at a friends house. However, the next day when I came home Bryan recanted his story to me. He emphasised hearing two sets of clicking noises, and seemed very shaken by this. The strange thing was that this was actually the second time he told me of such clickings. However, he seemed to have no recollection of having heard them before.
Anyways, the night I came home and heard his story, we both went to our separate rooms around eight. I was laying in bed, reading when I heard the door suddenly shake very hurriedly. Having been subjected to terrifying alien theory all day long, I was a little shaken. However, I wrote it off to some kind of cross wind. Yet this kept happening every 20 minutes, in about 10 second intervals. I continued reading, trying to block it out. The next thing I knew, my eyes flew open, and I emitted a strangled gasp. Looking at the clock, I saw it was 11:59. Three hours had passed.
Now, admittedly, we are a bit sceptical. Yes, Bryan could have been seeing things as a result of his unsettled mental state following the dream. And yes, it could have been a cross breeze. But there were no open windows. And while I might have just fallen asleep, I had not been at all tired beforehand. In fact, I usually have difficultly falling asleep, especially with lights on.