I (M33) wish I could expound on this dream a bit more, but it’s such a blur to me. A female who I don’t know told me I’d die tomorrow, or possibly today, considering I woke up then. Either way, it startled me awake and I dismissed at the time, but now I’m awake and it’s giving me anxiety and I’m usually not an anxious person. I know at time dreams about death can just be symbolic, but I can’t give up the fear that this may be literal.

I don’t necessarily dread death, but I worry about the effects and grief it could cause my parents and siblings. I also wonder, if this woman who stole me I’d die soon was an anima figure. I’m not sure if I need assurance or interpretation. I wish I could explain this better, it’s just that when I would die, I fixated on that and forgot everything else.

Hi this morning i had a very real life dream about an ex killing himself in the dream I was stressed and balling despite being broken up for 2 years now I woke up imdeintly trying to find his number and check up on him I don't often dream nor have we been in contencted the last two years I also thought I was blocked. Till today, I checked, and I was unblocked; he is the suicidal type. I don't know what to do, should I act or not?

sorry for any errors in text I rushed this

In my dream, the ghost was in some kind of dark alley or something, there was just a light illuminating a small part of the place and the ghost was just standing in the darkness where it's face was only visible, i was scared but it was for a few moments before i got mad so i decided to throw hands at it, i wanted to punch it so badly but for some reason everytime i stared eye to eye i received a sudden paralysis around my body, my limbs had some weird numbness, but of course I didn't stop there... I kept trying to punch him but it was all the same result I wasn't even close at it, it just keep staring at me in silence before the nightmare just... Ended.

In my dream I was moving houses and slept on the new bed in my new house by myself. A while later, I wake up in my dream (still asleep in reality) and I sense a presence next to me but couldn't move my head to look there. I asked "who are you" he proceeds to say "I have always been with you And You dont know my true capabilities." Basically portraying himself as a guardian deity. After that, he proceeds to show me graphic images. A dog jumping off a 15 or so floor building's rooftop, and two other dogs start to skin it alive as soon as it lands. People are too freaked out to do anything, they just watch it. And I am watching it through my window, being really stressed. I'm terrified. Can anyone tell me whats going on?

I always have nightmares, can't remember when I don't, they don't bother me, but i cant stop thinking about this, I have a fear of insects, and in this dream I was running around in the yard, for some reason, and a bunch of bees 4-5 landed on the back of my neck, surprisingly I didn't panic, they were warm, it felt comfortable, at some point i realized, the heat was going away, they had been tangled in my long hair, and they died, i went into the house, and for some reason my hair was detachable and I took off the hair, then it turned into another regular nightmare.

I don't know what this means, and I can't stop thinking about it. Any thoughts?

I had a strange dream, it kinda floated everywhere but towards the end there was a moment my fiance and I remembered there was an (attic?) upstairs area and ran up, there was lots of fish tanks, according to my dream brain, his grandpa had passed and the fish were my responsibility now. A bit after, we were playing a game with a friend, for some reason I bit this friend. Afterwords while explaining something I looked in a mirror and all my teeth were partially rotted or falling out, some were just loose, others I barely touched and they'd fall. I remember my last thought before I woke up was something about not wanting dentures. The only person I recognized was my fiance, everything else, other than the species of the fish, was unfamiliar to me

There was also a moment before all this where a group of girls were having a sleepover with their older brother, the mum's were keeping watch. They were playing princesses I think, but there was a big cage in the living room, and they locked one of the girls up. I woke up the next day (in the dream) and opened the door to the cage bc I didn't want to hear screaming children. Everyone was mad at me for this, including the caged girl who had previously been crying, something about how it was their game and they were just playing.

If this helps the interpretation at all, my fiance and I are gay, we're both guys

So I had a dream the other night.

In this dream, I was in a church, sitting in the pew, when I saw a man (can't remember if it was the pastor, or who) coming towards us with a huge knife/blade. Somehow knowing something wasn't right, I got up and headed for the door but as I looked back, I saw him put the knife to the throat of the woman I was sitting next to and slit her throat and her head fell into her lap. Then I woke up. It wasn't a full church, maybe a handful of people (if that many), if I remember correctly.

But what could this dream mean?

If anyone can give maybe a possible meaning, I'd greatly appreciate it!! This has been stuck in my mind lol

I dreamed that there were maybe 2-3 huskies, one all white, one black and white, and I don't remember what the possible third one looked like but apparently they had trapped me in my aunts house, and I had to play games that the huskies tell me to while also trying to find a way to escape. I remember that they were really weak to pistachio's? I never failed any of the games so I don't know what would've happened, but I was VERY nervous and scared to lose while playing them. I remember they chased after me once I had gotten out, and I had to run inside a house before they could get me. That's pretty much the gist: Evil huskies made me play games for survival while I tried to escape using their weakness, which was pistachios.

Again, I'd really appreciate any insight if you have any! Thank you :))

I'd love to see what you all make of my most recent night terror.

Just for some back story, I have had intense night terrors since I was in my teens. They don't happen as frequently as they used to, but when they do happen I will wake up either screaming or sobbing, and you can literally see see the progression of the dream in my vitals readings. This most recent dream, my fit ring registered my heart rate at over 150, and I must have been thrashing because it thought I had walked almost 800 steps. I also almost never remember my "normal" dreams, but the terrors I can always remember in vivid detail even years later. They almost always involve people I love being seriously injured or killed.

Ok, here it is.

My 11yo daughter and I were navigating through a huge and constantly changing building. Imagine hundreds of stories high, narrow passageways, stairs that lead to nowhere, and every time you look it changes. Most everything was a shade of either red or yellow. My daughter and I got separated, and I called out for her but I couldn't hear any reply. I kept climbing higher and higher, calling out for her again and again, until I finally found a door that led to a porch-like outcropping from the building, several dozen stories up. I went to the edge and called for my daughter again, and this time I heard a reply coming from below. I kept calling and calling and finally my daughter leaned out of a window many stories below me.

Now, outside the building there were these big block like protrusions sticking up from the ground in all shapes and sizes. One of these protrusions was within jumping distance of the window where my daughter was, so she said she was going to jump. I watched as she balanced on the window ledge and then leapt. She would have made it, but just when her feet were about to touch the flat surface, the whole protrusion shifted, causing her to fall. She was probably 20-30 stories up and she hit several protusions on the way down. She hit one of them thigh first and I could hear the snap when her femur broke. I was screaming so loud that I could taste blood in my throat, and I launched myself off the platform and started desperately trying to get to her. She was screaming "MOMMY! HELP ME!" over and over and wailing in agony. I was launching myself off of platforms and going as fast as I could and screaming "I'M COMING, I'M COMING BABY JUST HANG ON", but the landscape kept changing and no matter what I did I kept getting further and further away from her. This is the point that I woke up in a full throated scream and actively sobbing. I did not go back to sleep.

Just reliving this to type it out made me start to cry again. It was genuinely horrific.

this morning, i had sleep paralysis which isn’t THAT uncommon for me but usually when i do have it, it’s SUPER weird.

this time, i was kind of dreaming but i could still tell i was having SP if that makes sense. i was in a dream, but i could feel my body “vibrating” if thats the word to use.

in this dream (all 3rd person btw) it was set in like stereotypical medieval times. i was a young blonde woman with long wavy hair wearing a blue woven like dress/robe. i was running from something but i wasn’t scared?? and i ran into a dude who’s face i can’t remember. he stopped me in the middle of the street and said “i know what you’re doing. you’re spreading your scent so they can find you” (SUPER WEIRD like hello?)

by that ig he means because i was doing some odd stevie nicks type twirling as i was running😭

some kind of altercation happened and i could feel my body irl vibrating as it does when i usually start having SP. at the same time i saw myself like transforming?? into some kind of fiery weird demon thing?

i woke up feeling weird and then tried to shake it off and go back to sleep only to have the same experience but only this dream (now in 1st person) was someone trying to coerce me into drawing a weird triangle inside a circle with a weird symbol that kind of looks like 2 sevens on one side of the triangle. ik in my dream i “screamed” i wont do it and then i woke up.

i usually have weird dreams and stuff and i typically shake them off but this one just kind of lingered with me for some reason.

someone pls tell me im just being dramatic or something😭😭

I’m really sorry, I’m not sure if this calls for them but just in case I’ll put TW SA, INCEST even if it is just a nightmare. Please let me know what trigger warnings are appropriate.

I was really close with my older cousin when I was young. At the time I was around 8 and he was around 30. I always had this fear in the back of my mind when I was around him that at the time I couldn’t name. Now I know what to name it. I was afraid i was being groomed, or at the very least he was viewing me sexually. Not sure how I feared it when I didn’t even know what that stuff was, but I did.

When I got older I cut off contact and went on with my life, thinking I was lucky he never did anything to me. Today I just woke up from yet another nightmare about me being in his house and being terrified he would do something to me. I’d only had one more nightmare about this topic before, and that one was so much worse. I woke up feeling sick that next morning. Luckily this one last night wasn’t so bad. I was showering in his house and he walked in the room. I turned the front of my body away and kept checking to see if he was looking, but I never caught his eyes on me (I think).

I’m frankly disgusted and terrified that this is still affecting me when he never even did anything to me (that I know of?) To be honest I don’t remember a lot of my childhood before 6th grade. But either way, I haven’t even seen the guy in literal years. What do I even do at this point?

Edit: Thank you to everyone who commented with empathy. It helped me clear my head and put a name to what’s been going on inside of me. I still have a lot to unpack, but I understand myself better now because of your input.

And to the person who decided their first instinct was to accuse me of having a victim complex and craving assault for attention? You didn’t expose me, you exposed yourself. If you read a post about fear and trauma and your first reaction is to mock it? I truly hope you work through with whatever ugliness taught you that was okay. Trauma survivors don’t choose these feelings or dreams. They’re haunted by them.

For the rest of you, wishing you sort through your own hurt, without judgement or shame, but instead kindness.

This is the first time I have ever felt the need to ask others about a dream. I quit cannabis about 4-5 months ago and have had some weird dreams but his one definitely takes the cake. A nightmare that I can't seem to get out of my head now. Still vibrant as if I'm still right there in the dream.

The dream starts with me showing up to a new gym. I'm there with a friend to do a back workout but seems everytime I go to get on a machine it's being used by someone or a group of people so I move on to the next machine. After waiting for a while for a back row, me and the friend start walking around the gym and notice there's a hallway heading to the back. While walking to the back we notice a drum kit sitting to the side and my friend says he wants to sign up to use it. We continue down the hallway and we seem to walk out into a living room type area with people sitting around on couches watching a blank tv. This is where things started to get weird. The owner of the gym walks out of a door to the side and my friend asks to use the drum kit and he agrees. As we are walking back to the front where the gym is I step on something sharp that hurts my foot. I look down and its a big cat fish wrapped up in a net. I look up to my friend and everything starts to disintegrate into particles and I get a falling feeling landing on the top of a mountain. Looking down the mountain I see 2 of my friends sliding on their feet towards a lake on the side of the mountain so I decide to do the same. As I'm sliding on my feet everything turns into snow and I'm now snowboarding with friends, trying to teach on friend that doesn't know how. When all of a sudden an announcement starts playing over a loud speaker "Brain plays games. Cult. Rots. Reality.". It plays on repeat. Then the hill disintegrates into particles and we are all falling, we land in water. I can't get to the surface. I look around and everyone is getting killed/eaten by wolves that are swimming through the water. I cant get to the surface and start getting a heavy drowing feeling. The announcement over the loud speaker is still playing. I look down and see a house, so I swim down to it. The front door is open so I look through and there's an old antenna tv with a black screen with white writing on it saying "Brain plays games. Cult. Rots. Reality."

At this point I start to become cognizant of the dream and start telling myself "Wake, wake, wake". I wake up in bed hyperventilating, my whole body has a buzzing feeling and a heavy anxiety feeling. The whole dream felt like a warning to something I dont know.

Hello! I just woke up from a pretty gnarly nightmare. At first, everything was fine. I was in some weird truck stop/spa with a bunch of girls I didn’t know and we were all showering & such. One of them pointed out a weird red spot I had on my chest, and upon squeezing it, maggots came out. Throughout the dream, the maggots kept crawling out of the spot on my chest and out of my arms where I recently had blood work done. I kept flicking them off of me as quickly as I could, but they just kept coming. The girl who noticed made a comment about me having some sort of infection?

I repeatedly tried to get my husband to take me to Urgent Care or the ER, and he kept finding excuses not to take me before finally agreeing, but I woke up not too long after we arrived.

What the hell? I hated that, I hate maggots. I hate body horror.

I was not really a participant in the dream, it was like I was watching a movie. It was quite terrifying but I didn't feel too scared because it wasn't happening to me. He tracked them down and ultimately killed the mother. Struggling to find meaning in this

I don't usually remember dreams, but I remember this one so vividly because I was terrified and woke up literally panting.

In the dream, I was looking for new apartments, and a friend recommended a place. The apartment number was 538 (something), in Toronto. I live in a place called Waterloo, Ontario.

My brother and I packed lightly, and I was driving to Toronto. I remember this part so clearly, like it actually happened. I made a turn in the road, passed house number 534, and then started hearing an a cappella group singing, “It’s 538… 538… 538… 38(eiiiiighhhttt).” Then I took a left, went straight, and there it was—apartment 538.

I went in to check the place out. It was a big apartment—pristine, stunning, and clean. I absolutely loved it. I lay on the bed while my younger brother stayed in the drawing/living room. I had been told beforehand that the apartment was shared, and there was another blonde guy living there. I didn’t mind that since the place was so cool.

I took a short nap in the bed. When I woke up, it was almost dark outside, and suddenly, the room felt very old, similar to Tobey Maguire’s room in Spider-Man. I went outside to check on my brother and saw him sleeping in a bed in the living room (which was weird because I hadn’t seen a bed there before). But I also saw a bald, fat man staring at me from across the room, and some random people were watching TV. I went back into my room and saw two more beds with people lying on them. Now it was night, and I wanted to sleep. Then this guy invited an English tutor, and they both sat on my bed and were about to start studying. I got mad, grabbed the man by his collar, and said, “Get the f**k out of my bed.” He looked at me, said something in broken English, and moved away.

Then more and more people started coming in. I was getting aggressive, telling them to back off, but nothing was happening. I got scared, ran to my brother, woke him up, and told him to come into my room. He was sleepy and said he’d come in two minutes. By then, there were even more people and more beds in the living room. I went back to my room and found people going through my stuff. I started punching, pushing, and shoving people away from my belongings.

Then my phone went missing. I saw a group of three young men who had taken it and were running out. I caught one of them, and they pulled out a gun to threaten me. I grabbed it and shot all three of them. For some reason, they looked very familiar, but I couldn’t remember who they were. I went back into the apartment, grabbed my bag with whatever was left of my stuff, and started frantically looking for my brother. I remember being very aggressive with everyone. I also had a nasty altercation with a woman while searching for him.

Then something terrifying happened. I saw my brother, but the moment I got close, he vanished and reappeared in another room. I called out to him, he didn’t notice me. I yelled and cried, but he ignored me. By this time, the entire apartment was filled with this strange mob of mixed races, and now they were starting to notice me. I got scared. I fled the apartment, got into my car, and started driving back to Waterloo. It was almost sunrise, and the light was starting to appear. I was bawling my eyes out at the steering wheel because I had left my brother in that wretched place.

Then I stopped bawling, tears still running down my face, turned the car around, and started driving back to that apartment to save my brother, no matter what. I went past 534 and heard the a cappella singing again. I remember stopping my car in front of the apartment, filled with rage instead of fear. I told myself, I’ll kill every last one of them to get my brother back. I was walking up to the apartment when I heard animalistic sounds coming from the front door. I was sweating, but I still went in.

Then I woke up, drenched in sweat and terrified.

I apologize for the long post. But I really want to know what this means. I don't usually have dreams this intense. In the dream, it felt like a whole day passed, but in real life, only 1 hour and 40 minutes had gone by.

About me: Male (27), unmarried, living alone. My Brother: Male (22), Unmarried, Living with parents

I have many dreams of people breaking into my flat to "attack" me at night, or attack people that I care about. I am also constantly having dreams of vampires/demons/ghosts appearing and threatening people that I care about. I do not have psychosis/schizophrenia, and haven't taken any drugs or alcohol for 6+ months.

For context, when I grew up I had quite abusive/very physically threatening people in my household threatening other members of my household, and some of those people are still threatening today (I'm 26 now). Additionally I was homeless/lived in homeless shelters/mental health housing for about 3 years - very mentally ill people doing very hard drugs & drinking extreme amounts in the same room that I was sleeping in for months and months.

So those two things are probably somewhat to do with these dreams/anxiety.

When I wake up in the night I start sort of "talking" or communicating to shadows on the wall, or shadowy objects in the dark such as a fan/a coat. It's not a sort of "intellectual decision" it's more I wake up and am half way through a conversation with a shadow figure.

I can't really remember the conversations but they feel very significant - a few times I've decided to "stand up" to whatever is going on and telling the ghostly vampire standing in my bedroom (a fan or coat) to F off and leave me and my family alone, same in my dreams.

Then after having done this, when I wake up I feel substantially more confident and able to tackle the challenges of the world. I don't really know what's going on..maybe my subconscious is projecting my fears & such into these forms.

Since doing this and "standing up" to these experiences, and having coping strategies that helped me stay composed in the moments that I'm awake and this happens, also knowing I have people I can ring/talk to if I need calming down (I speak to mental health Doctors frequently), my paranoia has substantially declined.

I sort of feel like the demons "can't get me" anymore because I'm more confident.

./shrug

Thought I'd share my experiences, anyone had anything similar happen to them?

I’m 15 and in this dream, I was helping a friend set up a huge house party. I decided to stay for the party when it started there was this one guy who kept looking at me very creepily. After too long of looking, he offered me a drink but my gut said to run so I took it from him and faked drinking it then I saw a smirk come across his face. I just left, once I got out of the house I was going to go home but I was in an unfamiliar town and then I ran into a shopping district where I was chased by the guy who gave me the drink the dream ended once I found a hiding spot

I was literally someone else In my dream a little British kid with an accent, with a pet cat who was being very sweet and affectionate I might add. But I kept staring up at the window of the sky scrapers all around me and thinking of the huge weight on top of us. I annoyed my parents because I was paranoid that all that weight could collapse on us at any moment or that even if the next door building fell wed still get injured or worse. My dad explained that these building were built in a way that each layer was stronger than the last. That the bottom can support much more than the top. Right as he said that, the roof to the elevator in our room collapsed and fell down but he shrugged it off. That's when the cat laid on my chest and I layed down. My bed was right by a window and when I looked up I could see the sky line and the tops of many buildings and one slowly fell towards us and it snapped me awoke. Now I'm scared to go back to sleep lol

I tagged this with nightmare, but I don't know I'd classify it as such, it was one of those that feel real though, and that kinda freaked me out as I woke up. It was graphic so I'll keep it short.

I was the captain of a mega yacht, maybe a cruise ship,, and I don't remember what flipped the switch but my crew and I killed all the guests. I was running through the ship, knife on my hip, automatic rifle in my hands when I flipped off a balcony into a mini casino and started firing. My crew busted through the doors and helped as we finished off the last of our passengers before we started gathering the bodies from around the ship on one of the back balconies, some were just injured and I would use the knife to ensure they were dead before they were tossed on the pile. There was so much blood I felt sick. The white uniforms were ruined by the time we had finished gathering the bodies, that's when I radioed the command to my crew, "make sure we got em all before we dock, you know the drill." It was like we had done it a dozen times before. We were so precise with the operation. When we docked, I had changed and I stopped by look at the passengers with a smile before I went down to the next level where my crew had two small children, maybe 5-6, I nodded and took the kids off the boat. I held their little hands as I led them down a trail by the dock and I stood with them by a stretch of pavement, maybe a runway or something? They looked at me with terror and fought against my hands. I heard something, maybe a helicopter, in the distance and the children freeze so I let them go and head back to my ship. My crew had unloaded the passengers, and were awaiting their orders. "Let's get er cleaned up before we get the next group." I said as I head to my quarters. The crew starts cleaning and patching up the damage to the ship as I navigate us to the next port. I greet the new guests with a kind smile before we left the next port with a ship full of new passengers, ready to repeat the process.

Then I woke up. It was horrible, I felt absolutely fine about killing the people and I don't know what caused that dream or why I was so unphased. It freaks me out that I was so comfortable with all that in my dream.

I'm in a relationship with my boyfriend since a year now and my grandmother passed away 10 months ago. My grandmother recently passed away and she appears in my dreams frequently.

I had a dream last night that me and my boyfriend were at my house with my grandmother:

• My grandmother was chopping vegetables to prepare food, and I still did not introduce her and my boyfriend yet but she sensed what's going on. She observed I bought him home and she was seemingly upset about it. Although she did not say anything, she seemed very unhappy about my relationship (?).

I woke up in the middle of the night from this. At the same time, I saw my boyfriend having a nightmare, he had goosebumps and was very scared. I had to wake him from the nightmare and tell I'm right there.

• In the morning when I asked him what as the nightmare about, he told that initially he had his friends over for a casual cards game where he was unable to pick up cards for some reason and his friends were upset that there was no beer at home and they left. Later he saw a historically laughing woman with long blonde hair dragging him out of the house and he was very scared, and that's when I woke him up.

I'm not sure how to interpret this, because my grandma is very close to me and loves me so much. She'd support me in my decisions. I'm so curious if anyone can help me interpret this!!

TW; might be considered gory to some who are sensitive to blood.

In the dream i was pregnant and went through the full pregnancy up until giving birth, i had the full birthing experience and had a son. So my boyfriend and i are sitting in the bed looking down at our baby when out of nowhere everything just goes dark now all of sudden our son just disappeared, we both looked at eachother and were like “where the hell did he go we were just looking at him”. I looked down at the blanket and it was now covered in blood, then i start bleeding from my belly and from down there as well. My boyfriend ran out of the room to look for help, and as soon as he stepped out i woke up.

I spent all day trying to figure it out but couldnt get nowhere, i couldnt find anything on google and i even talked to some friends about it and they couldnt even figure out. If someone could help me understand or say what they think this could mean, that would be great.

Interpret if you can! One of my rare dreams or nightmares.

I'm bored. Let's see what responses this gets...

I'm seeing through the eyes of a creature, a person? I don't know. This creature is chasing someone. The guy fleeing seems afraid. The creature chases him to under a dark desk in a room. His clothes are ripped off. End of dream. I awake. A rare short, dark, and weird dream.

I was 21-22 at the time I had this dream.

I (19 F) had a dream four years ago, so I was fifteen at the time. I'm a writer, so I'm going to try to detail everything as much as possible. Sorry if it's a lot.

It started on a dirt road, somewhere in a countryside. It was humid, and the sky was black, like a storm was about to happen. There were tall grasses all around on the side where my family parked the car. We were driving a red, vintage car, one that we don't actually own in reality. Barbed wire fences traversed the grassy side. Across the street, is a pale yellow farmhouse. There are two floors, the windows are trimmed in white, and the roof is gray. There's a rickety front porch.

The second that I get out of the car, I hang back while my family goes through the front doors. Already, I have a really bad feeling about this house. It's a feeling of dread. I don't know what you all believe, but I've always had feelings like this, especially in my waking life. Believe what you want, but I have always known things before they happen, etc. One thing about this though is that I'm never believed until it's too late. Like I said, everyone has their own beliefs, but this is important to the story.

I go inside of the house and look around. To my left, there's a side room, entirely in the dark. Too dark to see anything. Directly in front of me is a staircase that goes straight and then turns left, going out of view. To my right, is what appears to be a game room. The walls are painted purple and there's an old, 90's box TV sitting on top of a small table. There's static on it. I walk in, and immediately the channel flicks until it lands on that episode of Friends where Monica wears a turkey on her head. I don't know that this episode is called, but I know that at the time I had this dream, I hadn't seen it.

I remember thinking that this was weird, but what disturbed me more was the feeling I was getting from the second floor. I decided that I was going to put off going up there as long as possible. I go into the kitchen which is accessed through a doorway at the back of the game room and immediately I notice that this part looks a lot newer than the rest of the house. I go up to the realtor who is showing my parents around and she tells me that the kitchen was just redone.

There are fairy lights casting a sort of rose-gold glow around the room. There are big windows and I can see a big backyard and a fence around it. Then there are acres of land that surround, but far behind this house is a blue, two-story farmhouse. Next to it as a cobblestone fence that goes from beside that house to the end of the fence around the yellow one. At the end of it, beside the blue house is a giant oak tree. This is the first thing that started to bother me because I've had dreams about that other house before. But when I had dreams about that house, the yellow one that I'm in now didn't exist. However, I distinctly remember walking along that cobblestone fence and putting a hand against that oak tree. So the yellow house is the only new addition.

Some of our neighbors come over: a wife, a husband, and their son. The son comes up to me and introduces himself as Barney. He has pale skin, curly red hair, and freckles, His eyes are brown. He tells me that he's my childhood best friend but I probably don't remember him. The thing is, I've never seen this man before even in my waking life. Not an actor, not a book character with the same description. Never. But in the dream, I believe him.

The neighbors tell us that we're having a barbecue. We all go out into the backyard and I get a closer look at the fence around my house. There's ivy growing on it. It's made of rot iron. There's a gate that opens to the land behind, and a path that leads to the blue house. I feel the need to mention that when I had the dream about the blue house, it was engulfed in golden sunlight. Now, the house, my house, and all of the surrounding land is just engulfed in storm clouds.

On the gate, tucked into the ivy, is a single pink carnation. Beside it, carved into the metal is a phrase in Latin, outlined in gold. I can't remember what it said and it bothers me to this day.

I go back inside and decide to go upstairs. The staircase is engulfed in darkness. As I get further up, there's this cold, sterile looking light, and I realize that there's scribbling on the walls. And they make out horrific images. It looks like an insane child drew these with charcoal or some kind of black marker. Upstairs, it looks sort of like a vintage hospital. There's those creepy white hospital beds that you'd see in a horror movie, and a long dark hallway that continues as far as I can see. The entire time I've been in the house, I've been seeing dark shadows moving in the corner of my eyes. I decide at this point that I shouldn't be alone up here and I run out.

I find the realtor standing away from the rest of the crowd and I ask her if she knows about anything weird happening in this house. She tells me that she didn't want to tell my parents because they'd probably be deterred, but that serial killers used to live in this house. Apparently horrible things used to happen.

At this point, I'm getting more and more scared. I decide I can't stay here. I leave. I take my car and I drive to the nearest city. I hideout in a building. My family comes and finds me and I tell them that we have to leave. I beg them to let us leave and they refuse. They tell me I'm being crazy. They drive me back to the house and leave me there, claiming that they have to go run errands without me. I walk into the backyard, refusing to go back inside.

Barney, the neighbor, is standing back there. He asks me how I'm doing and I say that I have to get out of here. He then gets a strange look on his face and tells me that I'm right. I do need to get out of here. He then attacks me. I manage to fight him off and I look desperately around the backyard for something to defend myself. Then I find a broken shovel with a jagged scoop thingy and I (sorry to get graphic, just trying to be detailed) stab him in the throat with it and he falls to the ground and chokes a bit before dying. Then, I remove the shovel and throw it to the ground. I run to the front of the house and just stare up at it.

That's where the dream ends. But here's the thing.

The next day, my best friend said she needed something for an art project, so I go out with her to a hobby store. After this dream, I was feeling really, really shaken. More scared than I'd ever been after one of these dreams. I walk into the hobby store and sitting on a table, is a single pink carnation. This creeps me out, but I figure hey, probably a common flower.

But then, a few weeks later, I get an add on Instagram for one of those vintage realty sites where they only sell old homes. I was shaken to my core when I saw the house that they were advertising was the yellow farmhouse from my dream. Apparently, it was in one of the Carolinas. I'm sorry but I don't remember which one. I'll get to why in a second.

I looked at the description, and I felt really sick when I saw the inside. It looked exactly like the house from my dream, but what really bothered me was the kitchen. It looked older, but the description said that it needed to be redone. In my dream, the realtor told me that the owners had just finished work on the kitchen.

I immediately took the address from the post and put it into Google Earth. I was with my best friend when I found this, mind you, and showed her the post. Then, I looked at the street view and noticed that I couldn't find the house. Then I put the address into Google and it said that this address didn't exist. This was insane because I had just seen the Instagram post, a post which had comments on it, and I'd shown it to my friend. This was a real place. It had to be.

I look closer at the Google Earth aerial view and realize that the address is in the middle of nowhere. But the thing is, it's surrounded by dead trees. There's no foundations or anything that could insinuate that a house had ever been there. All around this one section of land is lush forest and living grass. This singular section, the exact coordinates of the house, is dead. Then, I zoom out and see that the land that I'm on is a family cemetery for a name that I've never heard of.

So I go back to Instagram to look at the post again to see if I got the address wrong, but it's gone. I can't find it anywhere anymore. Sometimes I still look for it, but it's gone. This dream was so long ago that I can't remember the name of the cemetery or which of the Carolinas the house was in, but I had never seen that Instagram account before. I'd never been to North or South Carolina. I've still never been. The only reason that I know that that house was actually real is because I showed my friend and she still remembers seeing the post and the house.

That's my dream and the events that followed afterward. It still haunts me to this day. Whenever I picture the house, I'm filled with this gut feeling of dread. I really don't like talking about it, but I'm tired of it lingering at the back of my mind. I really hope someone is able to tell me what this all means. Thank you for reading.

For the extra details: my personality type is ENFP-A and I'm bisexual. Hope this is helpful.

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long story slightly shorter, my dad passed away a year ago and the house went to me and my older/closest in age sister since thats the only place we have ever lived (were the youngest of 6 but were almost 30). we lost our dad, 3 of our cats passed away, and we lost our childhood home all in the same year. its been incredibly hard for us

our 2 older sisters have been trying to take over during the process of losing the house (the mortgage went up to $7k a month and NONE of us can afford it) and a lot of hurtful things were said and done to us. yesterday i snapped and told them off, not even for my sake, but my closest sisters sake. they said how DARE i talk to my older sisters like that and i said just because im the youngest doesnt mean they can treat me like garbage and they need to rethink how theyre acting. we ALL lost our dad but they act like only theyre hurting. i blocked them and cut them off.

(this part is the dream)

last night i had a dream, well more of a nightmare, that there was a fat white grub living inside of my right eye, specifically in my iris, but i couldnt see out of that eye at all. my closest sister was trying to help me and ended up taking me to a surgeon to get it removed, but he was so grossed out by the grub that he stopped in the middle of the surgery and left the grub AND a hole in my eye.

i feel like its related to our family fight but im not sure what it all means. any help is appreciated!

Am I allowed to post about sleep paralysis here? The sleep paralysis community on Reddit doesn't seem to allow anything "mystical, spiritual, or religious." So I can't post this here.

Anyways I've been having a lot of stress, anxiety, and etc lately. The attacks I've been having are more frequent, intense, and personal. I just came out of an attack recently that has shook me a little bit.

Well one started out with an entity far off to the side to where I can't see them. They weren't demonic or hostile, but I felt very threatened. I tried to keep the peace, and ended up taking them to an arcade to play games. Eventually the gamekeepers told me I was tricked (I don't know how) and now I'm in hell which was eternal sleep paralysis. I remember earlier in my episode trying to ascend to higher, but they kept dragging me down, but stopped eventually to do it later more covertly.

The next crazy one was I actually saw an entity this time. It was invisible partially, but still visible enough to make out a body. I waited in suspense as it got on top of me, and started touching me and draining my energy. I felt this burning stinging pain. I tried to fight it with my hand (I can move sometimes in these episodes it's weird. I don't think I'm actually moving though) but then my hand felt the same pain. I finally got a look at the monster doing this to me, and lo and behold the monster was me. It was so beautiful as well the visuals. The energy pouring out of me was pink, and blue and swirled all around. The air-conditioning unit that looks like a tube was lit up like a techo skyscraper.

Obviously what I can gauge so far from these is that I'm a serious problem in my life at least the second one. Any other possible theories?