I moved into a house in the country near Dundee, Scotland. I had 2 rooms and a bathroom as my part of a large modern house. My landlord was a complete sceptic, hard headed, unbelieving. My landlady was a spiritualist and although the house was modern there was a fair bit of history in the land surrounding the house.
First of all it was built close to what she called a crossroads and on a ley line. A suicide had taken place yards from where my bedroom now was. The Romans had a camp close by, probably the furthest north they ventured into Scotland.
There was the ruins of an old abbey within half a mile and hill forts abounded in the area. For someone like me, who loves to feel atmosphere, this was heaven. I have a disability but this didn't stop me climbing hills to sit and think of many centuries before and the folks who lived there. I had some fantastic warm experiences in lonely places like that and shall never forget them.
I also loved to wander through the old woods close to the house. I'd sit there for hours watching and listening in silence, to the birds and the wildlife that kept me entertained. There was always a feeling of peace and being a lover of history I steeped myself in the surrounding area and fell in love with it big time.
Then came my strange experience. I was asleep in bed. Here we go. I can hear you all saying it. He's had a hypnopompic dream (is that spelling correct?), and thought it was reality. No way, I just know I wasn't dreaming. I awoke in the middle of the night, sat up in bed, looked to my left and there, standing upright on two feet, was a wolf. I know, it sounds too much like a Goldilocks story, but I swear it was true. If it wasn't an actual wolf, it was someone with a wolf's head covering their own. But I thought at the time it was a real wolf, though couldn't understand how it could be standing upright.
You would expect my first reaction to be sheer terror and panic. Strangely enough, this didn't happen. In fact, I remember feeling perfectly calm. The wolf was staring at me, but made no movement, just stood there observing.
Suddenly, I felt an overpowering sense of love and silly though it might sound now, my first reaction was to laugh at this strange meeting in my bedroom. Then, though I know this sounds way out, far fetched, crazy, I felt I wanted to touch my visitor. And so I reached out with my left hand and tried to just touch him underneath the muzzle. No sooner had I done so than the wolf disappeared leaving me grasping fresh air.
I should add I was only able to see the wolf in semi light. Anyone who has lived in the country knows that unlike in the town, there are no street lights, night time is pretty black and dark. But for a light further down the hall that shone through the frosted glass of my bedroom door I would not have been able to see my visitor.
But he was there, I kid you not. I've wondered many, many times since this experience (I never saw him again), just who my visitor was. Did my engrossing myself with the atmosphere and history of the area bring interest to myself from other creatures in other dimensions or is that just completely too freaky to envisage.
I've wondered whether the folks who lived in the hill fort might have worn wolf clothing. There were wolves in Scotland until the 16th Century. The Romans apparently saw the wolf as a venerated creature. And if it was a real wolf why was it standing on hind legs? Never been able to fathom this experience.
I don't tell too many friends, if I did I think I'd be given a wide berth.
Any suggestions as to what this meant. Was it a real visitor or a hologram? I can't say. It did disappear as soon as I tried to touch it. I've had a great respect for wolves since that episode. I moved from the country back to the town. I was a townie and missed the trivial, everyday nonsenses like fish and chip shops and pubs. Embarrassed to say I left this wonderland and returned to the rat race.