Things that go bump in the night

For the past few nights, (not really sure how many exactly, but who is counting) I have been waking up between the wee hours of 4:30 and 5 in the am.  It doesn't matter what time I go to sleep either.   One time I went to bed at 10 pm, another I went to bed at 2 am.  I still wake up at the exact same time and oddly enough, it has literally been from a dead sleep and takes me hours to fall back into my previous slumber, thus leaving me sleeping in until 11 every day.  What does this mean? What is waking me up, or should I say whom and why?

According to Sylvia Brown, (who has said the same thing to dozen of believers that have asked her the same question as to who or what is causing them to wake up from their deep sleep and is reoccurring night after night) it is a loved one who has passed on and is watching over us as we sleep.... Seems a little far fetched for some of you? Was for me at first, or maybe it just never crossed my mind because the only thing I was focused on is "how in the hell am I going to fall back asleep now that I'm wide awake?!"  This time was different... I woke up as usual, in pitch darkness, looked over at the clock which read 5:00, looked up at the ceiling, closed my eyes, leaned my head toward my right shoulder, opened my eyes, and just started crying.  Crying, not because the hubs was sleeping in the middle of the bed leaving me only two inches before the edge of it, but because my heart was heavy...  So heavy that it felt like it was in my gut and the only person on my mind... Raiden.  I have been thinking about him a lot lately,(usually because it is that time of year again) but at that moment, I felt him.  It was as if he was standing right there at my bed side... Just.... Watching me... I felt, almost euphoric, hope, happy, my heart slowly becoming less heavy.  I closed my eyes for what seemed like several minutes, but was only for a few seconds, immediately quit crying, opened my eyes again, and just like that, he was gone.  I didn't feel him standing there anymore.  But I wasn't sad, and still wasn't tired.  I just lied there for several minutes staring at the wall and ceiling, wondering what all this meant. 

Was it Raiden? Who else could it have been? I wouldn't have felt him had it been someone else.  What was he trying to tell me?  Maybe he was telling me that everything is going to be okay... He knew I have been thinking about him a lot lately, and thinking about him makes me sad and depressed... Maybe he was letting me know that he is okay... But after 3 years of wondering? Why now? I mean I knew he was okay, but was this his way of a confirmation?  Or was this just solely for the sake of comforting me?  I have never felt his presence so strong until today, and I wonder if it will be the last.  The feeling I felt, can never be scripted from words,  I just felt weightless.  It almost seems as if it wasn't even real at all. Like it was just a dream.  Was I just dreaming with my eyes open?  I guess these are the things we never really know for sure...