Falling/Dragging Dream

I have falling dreams from time-to-time. They're normal, most people have had at least one by the time they're my age. But, this one was extremely weird. I'm not sure it can be classified as a falling dream, but I've never heard of a dragging dream...

I was very tired when I went to bed last night. I fell asleep almost immediately. The dream that I had was probably very short (I never checked the time when I woke up) nightmare. It definitely wasn't pleasant, anyway!

I was sleeping in my room, everything the same as when I went to bed in real life right down to the position I was in, my unusual choice not to use a blanket, and the fact that I was facing the wall. Even the blue light from my printer was on in the dream, as it was in real life as well.

I felt very drowsy, then suddenly had the feeling I wasn't alone. It was a thick "someone is watching you," feeling which made the area between my shoulder blades tingle...just like in real life when I get that feeling that someone is watching me or about the enter a room I'm alone in (and it's usually an accurate feeling). The feeling became more and more prominent in my mind and body before I began to turn to take a look. Nothing was there, but I still felt the odd feeling.

I turned back toward the wall and my previous position, feeling...a foreboding feeling, I guess is the only way to describe it. At that point I felt a pressure against my back, especially my lower back, as if someone had gotten into bed with me and was spooning up against me. Someone sturdy. I opened my eyes and looked at the wall in time to see a shadow cast in the dim blue light, of a thin but healthily masculine arm sliding around me. I was about to turn, to shout or just tell the intruder to get away...I don't know which. But, it hardly matters as I was not given the chance.

Immediately I felt the sensation of falling and then of being pulled...backwards. I cried out, I think. I know my eyes widened and I tried to grab for the bed but it didn't work. My breathing became heavy as the bed fell away and I kept moving backward. I anticipated hitting the floor, was ready for the solidity of it to come into contact with my back...But, I kept going, moving backward and now also downward. I went through the floor, saw the frame of the wood under the house, and kept being pulled.

At first I could still look up and see the bed in some sort of weird and transparent way. I tried to cry out again, but somehow it only came out a whisper. But, for some reason, I wasn't calling to the other people in the house this time, I was calling to the one who was pulling me down. Not in complaint so much as in plea. I was afraid and worried, but somehow I knew I would not come to harm or death.

"I'm falling! Help! Catch me, save me!" were the words that my dream-self chose, but they fell on deaf ears. Not that it made that much sense, anyway, to ask the person who was pulling me to catch me...he already had hold of me. He didn't answer and gave no pause or other indication that he'd even heard.

Then I was under the ground, although the only way I know that is the feeling I had in the dream. I just knew. The blackness seemed to be heavy with something, an emotion, I could not and cannot name. And, I was still moving, still being pulled.

Then I woke up suddenly. I had never reached a bottom or destination in my dream and now I was awake. I was left with the same distinct pressure against my backside as I had been in the dream just before the fall/pull. It was frightening only due to the dream and the unusual nature of the sensation. No one had come to check on me, so I had not really screamed out at any point. I was in the exact same position I'd been in when I went to sleep, so I had not thrashed in my sleep.

I turned and found my blanket, put it on. The pressure against my back went away, but I was left with an almost tingling sensation. At the same time...it felt almost nice, comforting maybe, now that the pressure itself was gone and I was aware I was awake again and it had all just been a dream.

The only part of the man that I ever saw during the dream was his arm in shadow against the wall the one moment before I fell. I never heard his voice, and I had absolutely no impression that I even had a remote idea of who he may have been.