Dream, Reality or Both?
Johnathan,New York, USA
Iwas twelve when this happened... I am 19 now... I remember every detail of this experience and will NEVER forget it.
I was sleeping one night and had a dream that my aunt and I were watching TV in her living room. She left to go to the bathroom when I heard a strange noise outside my window. I strained my eyes to see what it was because it was night time, but couldn't really make out the shape of a body. I did, however see two eyes looking right at me. I don't even know how to explain how they looked except I was scared to death. So scared, in fact, that I woke up. When I did I was very cold with my covers off of me so I went to put them back on when I realized that I couldn't move. At first I was scared that I hurt myself or broke my back or something. But then I heard the same noise I heard in my dream and felt a cold shiver run from my toes up. I then felt like someone was crawling over me but couldn't see anyone. Finally after a couple of heart pounding moments I was able to call for my father, purely in fear. He calmed me down and told me to sleep with him and my mother in their bed. I followed him into his dim lit room and waited for him on his bed as he went to get me a glass of water. While he was gone I began to see shapes move on his wall. Figures. After a while I saw them more distinctly and they were moving faster. I was too terrified to react at first... just dumbfounded. Then I began to cry again. After a while the images left me and I managed to go to sleep.
I had another dream. In this dream, my mom took me to a fortune teller who read my palm. She said in three days, a huge, strong spiritual figure would come to take a soul away. In this dream I was having I was able to recall everything that had happened that night. Because of that, when the lady in my dream told me explained this to me, I quickly thought she meant me. I was scared that I was going to die in 3 days. When I awoke I was crying at the thought once more. My father asked me what was wrong and by this time I thought I was going crazy. I explained every detail to him and he looked at me with a ghostly expression. I immediately asked him what was wrong and he told me that a guy's wife in the church we went to, had bore a son that was born pre-maturely. He lived exactly 3 days and died at the same time that I had my second dream... the dream who's promise, though misinterpreted, came true. After experiencing what I just told you, nobody will ever be able to convince me that ghosts... spirits or what ever you want to label them, aren't real.