Finally I realized that I was dreaming and became lucid and went and laid down on a couch. Suddenly I found myself in my own bed, not sure if I was dreaming, or if I had an FA, or was experiencing HI in SP. All I know was that there was someone else there with me.
It was a man. I felt his hands first, as they reached out and began to grope my body. I was unsure of what to do, I couldn't actually see anyone there, only feel them...but I thought it would be better not to fight it or things might get violent. It was just a really strange feeling I had, plus I didn't see any immediate danger in just going along with it, so I let this invisible man have sex with me, and was enjoying it.
Most of the time I thought this "man" was just in my imagination, and that I was creating it and manipulating it, but somehow it became clear that this wasn't the case, and I realized that it wasn't all in my imagination. I figured I should try to speak with him.
Nervously, I asked, "are you are demon? Or rather, since you have sex with women in their sleep are you a succubus, er I mean an incubus?"
"Yes," it replied.
Not sure if I actually wanted an answer to my next question or not I asked, "um...are you from, hell?"
"Yes."
As I lay there thinking about having sex with a demon from hell I wonder, "am I going to hell?"
"I don't think so," it said. "Maybe that's why I'm attracted to you."
"Do you get tortured in hell?" I ask.
"Yes," then he paused for a moment and added, "But it's probably not what you think."
"Why can't I see you? I want to know what you look like."
"It will only frighten you," he replied gravely.
"I won't be afraid, I don't care what you look like, how can I see you?"
"With a mirror."
Then I noticed a square mirror about a foot wide and long resting against my bedside. I climb over the bed and hold the mirror up to my face, the demon is behind me and I can see him over my shoulder. He looked like a normal, average guy with dark hair.
"You don't look like a demon," I said.
"I changed my form," he said quietly, "I do not want to frighten you."
"Oh come on, I won't be afraid, let me see your true form."
Then he changed...his skin became so white it was almost blue, and flaky. He had a few scraggly long yellowish gray hairs and bright blue glowing eyes. His mouth was black and he made really terrible faces as though purposefully trying to frighten me. I laughed. It was obvious that this was not his true form either, but it was reassuring to find he had a sense of humor. I could tell he was not going to show me is true form. But as I climbed back into bed and set the mirror down, I could see him in front of me for just an instant, because he very quickly faded and became invisible again. I had a feeling that he hadn't meant for me to see that, and it was his true form, though I can't remember exactly what it looked like and I only saw it for an instant.
"What is your name?" I asked.
He was silent for a moment.
"Aren't you going to tell me?" I said, and then starting guessing names at random.
He laughed and said that he was not going to tell me his name, but I had the feeling he meant that he could not.
Then I got the feeling there was more to this odd meeting than I had thought.
"Do you know me?" I asked
"I've visited you before." he replied.
"Was it you that grabbed me when I was flying back into my body last week?"
"Yes, it was." Then he added, "You may not know me, but I've been visiting you for awhile."
"You once crawled into bed with me a few years ago? I thought you were my sister?"
He didn't reply.
I got the sense that my questions were starting to bother him.
"I have to leave now," he said.
"Wait...." I said, as I still had many questions to ask.
"I'll be back again soon. Go back to sleep." and he whispered again in my ear, "go back to sleep."
"I am asleep." I barely managed to get the reply out, as I feel myself succumb to sleep. Though instead of falling asleep I fell awake. I think. It was very strange. I laid in bed thinking about it for awhile.
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