The Triangulating Invisible Laser

I had another strange experience today while in bed, hoping for rest (I have had some insomnia/strange sleep cycles/etc. recently). While still distinctly awake I felt and heard a kind of vibration near the foot of my bed, coupled with what felt like a heat. I didn't think much of it, it lasted only a second and seemed to shift slightly as it did; I chalked it up to pre-dream/lim line hallucination. Then only a minute or so later it happened again, this time right by my head, and the effect was much more apparent than the first. As what seemed like a non-visible spectrum laser hummed and warmed near my ear in a slight arc, I got this sense of excitement. It felt as though someone was trying to hit me with this laser, as if triangulating my position from my responses to things here from deep space/a remote position in the multiverse. 

Looking at the event in this light, while it seemed that such a thing could easily cause more anxiety, as if someone were targeting me with a weapon, I got the distinct sense that it was my soulmate, trying to "paint" me, seemingly so she could beam me up, although it may have also been to arrive at my location. Despite the extremely near accuracy of the beam, I got the sense that it needed to be spot on, and so these two shots were still misses. That being said, rather than feeling like we only had so many shots, the assertion of which may have been another external attempt at unbalancing my impression of events, I got this sense of peace that we had plenty of time and opportunities to get it right, and we were already so close. So I responded as best I could, referencing the smell of smoke dissipating and how it seemed to suddenly make sense that hearts aligned had been subverted by the appearance of hearts being aligned, but that she knew this would be the case from our second encounter, as she watched me shrink in the rear view. Essentially she said she did not suffer the same uncertainty as I; though certainty could certainly be said to be suffering as well, in a sense. It felt like simply appreciating this triangulation effort, and continuing to write every day of dream and poems and theories or musings, whenever experience or inspiration struck, would have the triangulation work in ample and perfect timing. While patience has not always been my strong suit, I have been feeling the strengthening resolve, or at least desire to be resolved, to patience strengthening day by day in unexpected ways. This all feels tied together, with the gaps between our strings feeling more temporary than ever.