** Many times I have dreamt I am trying to find my way home but I never get there. I am always close to home but I never arrive home. The scary part about this dream is that I am always being chased by someone ( in my dreams this “someone” is never seen but I am scared of this “someone”). At the end of the dream, I always find myself free falling and the free fall usually wakes me up.
** This is not really part of a dream but it happens when you are dreaming and suddenly the dream blacks out and you hear something like chants in your ear (you are still in sleep mode) and you can’t open your eyes nor can you move. Your brain signals your body to move but you can…this lasts for a short time and suddenly it is gone. This used to occur quite often in my sleep when I was young.
** I will never forget this scariest of all dreams in my life–this dream takes place in the basement of the duplex home I grew up in (Burnaby, BC). In the dream, I am supposed to be the “woman” of the house. I was slightly drunk and holding a gun in my hand and laughing viciously about something. The home in my basement is partly finished. One bedroom had a closet and fuzzy carpets. The rest of the basement is divided into a living room and another bedroom and a laundry/storage room (all these rooms are unfinished). The home is a bilevel home so when you enter through the front door there are seven steps leading upstairs and seven steps leading to the basement. In the dream I am holding a glass of wine or champagne and walking downstairs to the basement. I was laughing and still holding a gun in my other hand. I walk drunkily down the stairs to the dark basement. Once in the basement I turn left to where the storage/laundry room is and walk by that room and open the door to the living. I push open the living room door and I find a square table in the middle of the room and above the table I find a man all in black (like a shadowy figure) who has hung himself in my living room. This man has a black hat and was wearing a black raincoat. Upon seeing him I laugh hard and point the gun at him. Suddenly the scene changes and I am going through the back door of the basement leading to the covered garage. I open the door and walk through the covered garage and I walk further to the end of the garage and since this is a duplex, as I reach the end of the covered garage I look to my right to our duplex neighbour’s driveway and I see a funeral vehicle (sorry don’t know what it is called) just heading out of their driveway. This is how the dream ends as I wake up in cold sweat and my heart felt like it was beating a 100 miles per hour. I have never forgotten this dream to this day and still wonder why I had this dream…do paranormals really exist? Was my house really haunted???
Did you experience any scary dreams when you were young?
