Name
It was in the middle of the night, I suspect it was aroud 3 or 4 in the morning, when I clearly heard a man’s voice, one I do not recognize, call out my name. It definitely was not part of the dream I was having. It was as if someone had been in the room or another part of the house and called out my name. It felt loud, clear and surprising enough for it to wake me up. I opened my eyes and looked around. I saw no one. Hours later, I am still intrigued by the experience.
