I need help identifying something I saw around two years ago. I will describe the incident and two possible connected incidents following.
I had just returned from a 5 year active duty tour in the U.S. Army Infantry a few months prior. So naturally, I was in party mode. We decided to do a bit of drinking on Friday night and it carried into Saturday. There was a bit of small narcotic use but nothing major or harmful. (Mods please don't remove this for that statement I just want to be as exact as possible in case any small detail helps identify this thing.)
After a full 48 hours of sleep deprived fun, my fiance and I went to bed after my friends left. I finally shut my eyes and I felt her sit up and shout "What the f***?" I opened my eyes to see a dark green lanky skinny figure sitting on her side of the bed with its arm extended above us reaching for either her or myself (that's unclear). Every light in the one bedroom apartment was off so it was pitch black so I don't know if it emitted light or not. It had very long fingers almost like claws. I didn't bother looking for a face. I pulled her from the bed quickly as she was frozen scared, dragged her out of the house and we ran to a neighbor's. He was a good friend of mine and believed me and let us relax there for a while. We returned hours later and nothing else ensued until a few weeks later.
She sat up quickly and woke me with a shake and I awoke to see her sweating and panicked. She described to me as what we later found to know as sleep paralysis with a bit of research. The same thing happened to me around a week later and I immediately found us a new place to live. During the paralysis episode neither of us heard or saw anything, there's was just an overwhelming sense of fear. Around two months later I experienced this sleep paralysis again.
I opened my eyes as I was asleep on my mother's couch (I stayed the night only to help with maintenance around the house). I couldn't move, couldn't talk. My leg began to lift in the air, though I saw nor felt anything grabbing it. I asked God for help in my mind. Whether I closed my eyes and opened them or if I awoke from a dream is still very unclear.
I will now describe my two prior paranormal/religious experiences before all this.
When I was 8 years old I was involved in a near fatal car accident with my father whom I rarely saw. I was rushed to the hospital where I almost died. I fell unconscious immediately upon arrival to the ER. All I remember seeing was pitch black until a very tiny speck of light grew larger until a woman stepped out of it in an all white robe who I recognized as my grandmother who had died three years earlier in her sleep. She said nothing, she only extended her hand to me as if wanted me to go with her. I cried and shouted "No, I want my mom please!" She then stepped into the light and as it grew smaller my eyes opened to find myself staring into the operating table light.
I was on my first and last 12 month tour to Kandahar, Afghanistan. We had just came home from a three day mission where persistent fighting ensued. I went to sleep immediately after eating, cleaning my weapon, inspecting my soldiers' weapons and showering. I woke up sweating and breathing hard barely remembering what I had just dreamt. I pieced it back together after about 10 minutes.
I had a dream began with me looking down on myself from above, lying on a couch in what appeared to be an unfamiliar house or apartment. As my mother and grandmother (the one still living) stood over me asking if I was alright, I was persistently shouting and cursing at them. They left and a catholic priest walked in and opened a bible. (I'm not even Catholic, I'm baptist).
As he read in what sounded to be Latin, I began to yell a very long single yell that began as my own voice and slowly turned to a deep horrifying, beastly yell unlike anything I'd ever heard. The room began to vibrate violently and then so it my eyes, then ears, then whole body. It was such a violent vibrating, that that's what woke me up. The entire dream was viewed from a fixed point of view, from the ceiling looking down on myself laying the couch.
Ever since I returned home from overseas after having this dream and through all the other events, no matter where I am, I feel something watching me from behind. I don't know why but I feel like it's a black sort of mist in the farmers of the ciekings wherever I am when I picture it in my mind. (left as is; o/p may need to clarify)
Can anyone identify the green figure? Or give me some clarification to any of this? I just want to know what is going on and why I have felt this presence for the past few years. This is a genuine story and I have never really pieced it together or told anyone about it as a whole until now. Can anyone help me?