It's getting worse...

It started about two weeks ago, and it feels like "it" is still around...

First that strange smell in my bathroom, then the bathroom lamp crashed down in the marble floor. Then several scratches on my foot and hands and a bruise mark on my arm.

Today I got a scratch mark about 11:00 AM. It was about 5 cm long, on my right hand. Just out of nowhere!

I still cannot understand what the trigger is, why this happens.  It just feels like some kind of bad spirit want to mess with my life - and maybe stop me from evolving. The only thing I can do right now is to stay strong not get upset, because I think these spirits feeds on our emotions.

Update:
Just a couple of days later I got another long scratch mark on my right arm. 

New scratch marks

June 17th it happend again, my bathroom lamp crashed down on the marble floor. BOOM! Bits of glass everywhere! It gave me a bad feeling, because this is what happend in 2008 when the hauntings began in my old flat.
After moving to my new apartment in 2010 it happend again, the bathroom lamp crashed down on the floor. And now again.

Actually it began already in the morning, with a bad smell from the bathroom. Just a hour later the lamp fell down. Later that day when I was using my vaccum cleaner in another room it was turned off.

This week, on Wednesday, I went to the beach and did some meditation. I remember watching the clouds and how beautiful they looked - almost like huge angel wings. When I came home I noticed a small scratch mark (1 centimeter long) on my left foot. It's very rare that I get this marks on my feet,

Anyway, next day at work almost everything went wrong. Lots of stress, conflicts and I almost crashed with the car. It was really a bad day. Just minutes after that car incident I noticed I had got another scratch mark (1 centimeter long), on a finger on my left hand.

Two scratches in 24 hours; same side, same lengh, same direction... What does it mean?!

Driving back home that day I found myself driving behind a car with the sign "HEL 666"... And was it just a coinsident that it was an accident on that same street two hours later?

I don't know but sometimes it feels like it's not just those scratch marks - but that something else (bad) comes with it, that influences in other ways. Still I cannot figure out what its all about. The only thing I can do is keep on making notes of it and see if I can find a pattern.

Update June 28th, 2016 (3 days later):
Today I got a new scratch mark on a finger - again on my left side.

Waking up with strange sounds again

Tonight it happend again. I had a dream and suddenly I became aware that I was waking up. But the next second I found myself in another dream, in another place. I was laying on a kitchen floor, looking up on a cupboard, wondering where the h_ll I was. As soon as I found myself there I also heard the noise from a refrigerator. I knew it was just a dream and as I continued waking up the sound from the refrigerator went away. Then it was like I moved back and forward, from the dream to the reality and the noise from the refrigerator followed the dream. It was so strange.

Lately this has happened more often. Once I felt like I was stuck in dream, it was so real and I really tried hard to wake up. When I couldn't I thought that I have had a stroke or was loosing my mind. It was so scary, not beeing able to come back to the reality.

Another night I woke up in a strange state where I knew where I was (at home) but it was like I drifted in and out in time. I knew I was in my bed but as soon as I "drifted away" I could hear someone working in my kitchen. And I could controll and change my "state" by will.

Sometimes I get afraid, because I wonder if it's possible to get stuck in that other state/time. What will happen to me then? Is it some kind of astral travelling that I'm doing?

Yesterday an old nightmare became true. A dream that has been haunting me for at least ten years. In the dream I am inside our old family country house and a huge excavator is tearing the whole house down. In the dream I always run down to the sea and swim away. In real life my brother forced my father to give this country house to him, just before he died. And yesterday I found out that my brother has teared that house down, with a excavator... Everything is gone. So I guess the nightmare became true. Maybe that dream will stop haunting me now.