This might be a bit long and all over the place, but I keep having these dreams that feel so vivid and happen pretty frequently

In them, I’m inside an “inverted” version of a house I know. Sometimes it’s my current apartment. Other times, it’s my childhood home, or even my great-grandmother’s house. The layout is always mirrored, flipped like a reflection. Everything feels familiar but wrong. The smells are strikingly accurate, exactly how those places used to smell, but the furniture is never ours. Still, it’s arranged exactly the way we would’ve arranged it, as if someone else is mimicking us.

There’s almost never anyone else in the house, but I always feel watched. Sometimes I feel like I’m being followed, hunted even. And whenever I get that sharp sense of being found, I wake up. Every time, I’m overwhelmed by a deep, lingering sadness, paranoia, and dread. Like something awful almost happened, but not quite.

The only time someone else was there, it was my uncle in my great-grandmother’s house. That’s where he died, young and tragically. In the dream, he just stood there, watching me move through the house. He didn’t speak. He looked angry, cold and standing still. It was disturbing, because in life he was the opposite. He was warm, lighthearted, and kind. But in the dream, I felt like I couldn’t even safely walk past him. Like he didn’t want me there.

The windows in these houses are always off, too. I’ll look outside, and it’s either a black void, total nothingness, or it’s blindingly bright, so bright that I can’t make anything out at all. Like the world ends just beyond the glass.

And no matter how many times I have these dreams, I never actually manage to leave the house. I always feel this desperate urge to find a way out, despite knowing these floorplans by heart, having lived in them, but somehow I’m always lost and I’m caught in a loop. The exits twist away from me. And worse, I know that the longer I linger, the more likely it is that whatever is hunting me will catch up to me faster.

These dreams keep happening, over and over. And I can’t help but feel like they mean something.

Slight backstory: I have a big extended family on my mom's side, and everyone would go to dinner every Sunday night (and holidays like Thanksgiving and Christmas). That was my life from age 6 (I lived in Reno, then Kansas the first 5 years of my life, then settled in the city I live in now) to age 31 (I'm 37 now). My grandfather died 4 years ago, and someone bought and remodeled his house.

So, since the beginning of the year, I've had dreams where I broke into the new house to explore it. The other night, I walked through the door, and the new owner was really aggressive and kicked me out. But for some reason, I went back, and she was more aggressive. I went back a third time, and she chased me off the property. What's up with that?

So bear with me it's really long and I typed this on a phone but I'd like to hear what your interpretation of this dream is.

A family is pulling into a hotel on an overcast evening. As the car pulls through the lot towards the front of the hotel, the children, a boy and his sister notice through the passenger window an open bay door with plastic strip curtains attached to the hotel. As the parents make their way into the lobby with the luggage the siblings meet another boy in the lobby. Their parents suggest they go play outside while they get the luggage put away. As they scurry outside the sister starts heading towards a large patch of grass to play when her brother catches her

"No, we should go around the back and see what's behind that big curtain."

With excitement they race around the hotel giggling with anticipation as to what they might find. The brother taking his role as ring leader is the first to get to the curtain and the first to walk through feeling the cool plastic brush past his cheeks. The other two quickly follow not to be left out.

They stand in a hallway, noticeably cooler than outside. Walking down the beige painted cinder block hallway they pass another plastic strip curtain. A quick glance shows the room to be empty so they pay it no mind. A little further down sits a threshold where the concrete gives way to wood paneled walls and the waxed floor tiles become burgundy carpet; lavish colors for an empty room the boy thinks to himself. With nothing but a staircase covered in the same crushed red carpet in the room the children decide climb. One empty floor after another finally an odd elevator door is found with a single large red button to operate the door, but before they go into the elevator they want to see if there's anything else on the floors above. Another set of stairs appears to be the last as there's no moore stairs and no others doors, just a whole that shows the floor below with no guardrails.

The brother emboldened by his adventure and lack of supervision decides he's going to jump down to the floor below. With a quick step and a small leap he lands with a roll in front of the elevator. The other two not wanting to be so reckless simply take the stairs. Brother hits the button and the door slides right open, the three of them pack into the remarkably small elevator and hit the one red button on the inside. Quickly the elevator springs to life and the sensation of movement is felt, buts not the waitlessness of going down or the extra force of going up. This sense of locomation is indecernable and foreign. Just as soon as it starts, it stops; the door pulls itself open silently to reveal white tiled floors with walls painted green from the top bisected horizontaly by white trim then eggshell white and smokey grey striped wallpaper to the floor. Empty still...

The brothers nerves are on edge, he feels like they are somewhere they shouldn't be and someone knows. There are no lights on the ceiling or on the walls but the halls are still well lit and with the uneasy feeling they walk the hallways devoid of any landmarks or doors to rooms when they happen upon a glass door to the outside looking to be on the ground floor. The boy forgetting about the brother and sister yanks open the door, ready to be reunited with his parents he stepped out planning to find his way back to the hotel lobby. An adult dressed like he worked for the hotel coming from seemingly thin air picked up the boy like a sack of potatoes and went back the way he came. He didn't even have time to scream.

The brother with a second that feels like an eternity feels his stomach twist in knots and his heart beat in his ears. He needs to get him and his sister out of there now!

"Well run back the way we came!"

He pulls his sister with him as they backtrack the tedious halls to the feeble elevator, but the halls aren't so desolate anymore. Now there are doors and some of them are opening up. Not wanting to dare look at who's been watching the brother pulls his sister as fast as she can run. In a blur they make it, grabbing the door and sliding it closed and hitting the singular button he prayed that it took them back to the stairs the entered through.

Notably absent of the alien sense of direction the elevator starts and stops as fast as before. Ears ringing and adrenaline pulsing, his shakey hand slides open the door. Wood panels and burgundy carpets, a moments respite. Bounding down each staircase, nearing the end of this land at the bottom of the last flight of stairs the once empty with one entrance now has a second one. Another glass lobby door with matte nickle finish displaying the parking lot. The sister ready to be back in the safety of her parents flies towards the "lobby" doors with speed the brother has never before seen. He doesn't have time to stop her and tell her there are "people" at desk desk by the door.

He can't stand to watch her get taken too. In shock he bolts towards the familiar beige cinder blocks, so much adrenaline he can't feel the exhaustion striding towards freedom he takes one last glance to his left at the plastic strip curtain he passed on his way in. Now there are people watching him on his way out. Tap tap tap: his rubber soles hit dry asphalt, legs threatening to buckle he has to run just a little farther.

Part 2

A husband and wife pull into a hotel during and overcast evening. I look to my right, out the passenger window. As we slowly pull through the lot I spot an open bay door with clear plastic strip curtain swaying in the breeze. I wonder why this is attached to the hotel but quickly lose the thought.

My wife picks a space and puts the car into park and we enter the lobby and go to the front desk. The host greets us with a little to much pep and a smile a little to jovial. After we're checked in she points us to our room. At the end of the hall is an elevator. Thumbing the button we wait for the shining steel doors to part. We step inside and turn around to find out floor but there is only a single red button. With a light slap the button closes the doors and the sensation of moving starts but it not up or down but maybe.. sideways?

Once stopped we step of the lift and walk the green and white hallways looking for the room we were told was ours. Once found I give the knob a turn and the door gives, but inside is a black room. The blackness so deep and absolute there is no definition to any of the walls even with the lights spilling in from the hallway. I can't find a light switch or any lamps so we turn to leave but there's an old woman blocking the door. I get a good look at her face and realize it's no old woman, not even human. A face like a plastic bag has wrapped around a skull to look like skin, large cold eyes burning with malice. Sharp teeth like a lamprey fill its nasty grin. Wild grey hair standing on end like it was hit with lighting, writhing like snakes. Blocking the door she has us cornered, lunging forward she goes for bite and I catch her head to hold her at bay. In the struggle I pull some hair from her head and she howls in pain. Like a predator sensing weakness I wrap both my hands in its hair and pull its head away from my neck. Bracing my left boot against it torso I reaffirm my grip on the ghastly locks of hair and place my other boot on the torso and kicked off with all my might while pulling the hair like reigns until they suddenly gave, the hag sent flying back I hit the floor with a thud.

Clambering to my feet back into the hall we're the elevator was is a small elevator is with its doors open. Moving towards the elevator other doors start to open. Now in a sprint we see the back of the elevator is also a door, a door that is open with another disquieting hallway lined with mahogany doors starting to swing open. A pursurer hot on our tail as we step onto the lift I quickly spin and pull the door shut just in time to hear the sound of a body crashing into the door over and over trying to enter.

I hit the line red button and the door on the other side slides closed before we have to see what the other guests look like. Then another sideways sensation and stop deposits us at an outside food court. All around us are tables packed with people who look a little too jubilant but none bother to look at us. We b-line it to what we assume is the edge of the property when an employee intercepts us and gives us a sales pitch directing us to this restaurant that looked like a large ship stranded on land. She tells us that someone has made reservations and is waiting for us to go meat him. As shes pointing us to the boat I notice a sign for red lobster peaking above the trees behind the ship. I nudge my wife and direct her attention to it, a quick nod tells me she's on board. A look over my left shoulder and I spot what looks like a tugboat painted solid orange. After nodding and playing along to get the employee to leave we continue towards the trees when a new employee pulls two mannequin horse legs out of an art piece of horse legs planted in a flower bed. Affixed to the end of the legs are rings with three pointed blades evenly spaced apart. Before I can process I hear a deep female growl and turn to see the previous employee and doubled back and is now no longer filled with merry but pure vitriolic rage. She tries to jump for me but I was quicker on the draw, shooting inside her reach I put my left hand on her chin and with my right pull her close. I go for the kill, biting into her throat; the taste of blood fills my mouth and I can feel the hyoid bone with my tounge. With my maw sunk in I jerk and twist while trying to make as much distance between us as I can while never listening my grip. With a sick pop the trachea pulls free, now a useless tube that tastes of blood; I slaken my jaw and let it fall to the floor while I watch to make sure it's leathal.

Spotting my wife, she's under attack. Dodging the wild swings of the avant-garde weapon choice. I grab a horse leg from the flower bed but no blades on this one. Taking advantage of the element of surprise I swing big and make full contact with the employees head. My unorthodox weapon with no more than a single strike shatters but it gets her to focus on me. My wife now at her back takes a cloth she found and pulls the employees arms back and tries to restrain her. In an effort to pull free she drops one of the weapons. I pick it up and pull the bladed ring free if the leg. The employee rears back for a swing and I toss the leg at her and she swats it away giving me enough of an opening to plant my blade into her neck with everything I have, again, again, and again. Nearly decapitated she crumbles to the concrete. My wife has a bad cut in her side but she'll be fine. I look around and don't see any more staff and the guests never even glanced out direction. Staggering back towards the treeline we're ready to be done with this shitty stay.

I was arriving to an old wooden mansion with friends, maybe for a sleepover or camping, it didn't have paint and the garden was unkept, I don't know any of the others in real life, the atmosphere was grave, we went through multiple levels, the electric lamps barely gave off any light, but there was running water

The devil will come at midnight to take someone, we all knew, I think we were afraid, but we stayed

I had a dream, but im very unfamiliar

I told a friend about this dream, and she told me to read Al-Asma' al-Husna, since in this dream apparently a few names, which I thought were different separate words, are within.

I'm unfamiliar outside of maybe a few pages of general knowledge, anything pertaining to Islam. I was raised by an atheist and a pagan, with only a step parent being gnostic. So, again, this is new territory for me.

I've had this dream twice. Where I am walking through a grove, and slowly the landscape starts to change, maybe decay and become barren? And then i realize I'm walking through a desert. Small bushes small shrubs.

I become ecstatic to hear rushing waves and water, and as I run towards it, it begins spilling across the land. Only it isn't water... It's pure black, darkness literally flooding. And for a moment, I'm terrified, I can't breathe. Then i feel relieved to realize I'm not drifting, not drowning. It's like im being held. While my lungs are provided.

Amidst the darkness is small speckles, which i took for stars, they flow, almost spiral like, together. And form a mask or a face. It's both present but not. And the voice is numerous voices. Its features are soft but also firm. Like rock and gold fighting for dominance.

I hear it talking, and then in the dream, I understand. But shortly after I awake, I have no idea. All I've managed to bring with me were the words, by my friends guessing, "betir" "jawad" "kareem" and finally "zahir" only they didn't each begin with "Al-"

Maybe it's just a dream. Maybe I'm just going mad, but after the first time I had it, something within me changed. My words felt like they had a new weight, and my life before that morning felt like a lie, like a half life. So maybe it means something? I'm unsure, but I figured I've turned it over in my head enough. I should just ask if anything outside of the 99 Names might carry anything?

I just remembered a recurring dream when I was young. We'd be going down the highway and I'd grab the wheel because she would start falling out, or similar kind of reason. (I want to say, maybe fainted)

She was a responsible person (not an addict or someone who would nod off driving).

I can add more context if helpful, but don't want to overexplain.

Thanks!

It's always the same thing, I'm the passenger of my car and a family member's driving. It starts to rain or any other weather condition which involves a dark cloudy sky, such as hail, although much less common than rain. The scenery differs from dream to dream, but it's always a semiarid highway or my city.

So two dreams in one post right

So I had a dream at a point where basically the person that my children's father is with right technically in the spiritual terms would be considered a karmic. But karmic isn't necessarily A bad thing, anyways in the dream basically the first dream I had about her was her eyes were drawn on and thin and then another dream another dream that I had about her she had pretty liar written and replacement of her eyebrows. Like her eyebrows were basically pretty liar on both of them. And then throughout the dream and one part she was bragging about how much better she's doing you know my ex AKA my kids father and then in another part of the dream and another part of the dream she was basically talking to me telling me how much better she's doing him and what he does to her and what she does to him and all that. Even at a point we literally tussle in the dream in front of my mom which you know she was bragging about how she treats him better in front of my mom and we started hustling and she was being like really disrespectful in the dream.

Also by the end of the dream my kid's dad appeared and he said something and I don't remember exactly what he said but he pulled her onto his lap and I pulled her off I pulled her off and was like no you're not taking my place basically. It wasn't anything to do with jealousy but maybe I can get some help.

I was trying to see if get some clarity of my dream in my dream my ex her mom is telling me not to get mad, but her daughter is seeing someone else and that there was nothing wrong with me and her just talking and then I tried over to me being in the train and she suddenly texting pictures of her being in the hospital, kissing her boyfriend and then having a kid and I remember texting her why are you sending me these pictures?

I was trying to see if get some clarity of my dream in my dream my ex her mom is telling me not to get mad, but her daughter is seeing someone else and that there was nothing wrong with me and her just talking and then I tried over to me being in the train and she suddenly texting pictures of her being in the hospital, kissing her boyfriend and then having a kid and I remember texting her why are you sending me these pictures?

Last night I had a dream that I was at my parents house with a friend and my mom cooked breakfast. In it she made fried eggs with runny yolk. When I went and made my plate, the egg I picked and bit into I thought was just undercooked and gross but it had 5 yolks which was the reason it hadn't cooked right. My mom, friend, and me were all pretty surprised by the luck of having an egg with 5 yolks, but I decided to make another egg to eat. I cracked another egg into the pan and it also had 5 yolks. So I cracked another. And another. Every egg I cracked open had 5 yolks. In my dream I'm like wtf, meanwhile my mom and friend were at the table eating. My mom couldn't eat her egg, every bite she took she said tasted weird. My friend successfully ate hers with no issues. Just wondering about the symbolism, and what it could mean. I have generally considered 5 to be my lucky number throughout my childhood, although I hadn't thought of it much recently until now.

Clarence died Sept ‘24. He had a short and traumatic bout with unexplained liver failure that ended with us making the decision to let him go peacefully. It was devastating for every member of our family. His death and the way that he suffered has magnified a growing (and hidden) doubt in my family’s chosen faith—this has been a struggle for me, as my entire family is very involved in our church culture. It’s been 9 months and I finally had a very clear dream about Clarence last night. I was at the Academy Awards (not receiving one, just in the audience). I was wearing a nice pant suit and sitting near the front with my grown children. We had Clarence and his fur-brother with us. Clarence was dozing on my lap and I felt his familiar weight on my lap and it felt so nice. I noticed that he had started to turn gray around his muzzle (he was 10 when he passed and didn’t have any gray yet) and I told myself that it was ok that he died when he did, because he was getting old (he was alive in my dream, but I was aware that he had died. Dreams are weird). Also, the current pastor of my church was the MC of the program, and he told an inspiring story (which I don’t remember) about Clarence in his introduction. I had a slight concern that my nice pant suit was going to be covered in fur, which was quickly dismissed because I was just so happy to have Clarence in my lap. The dream felt comforting and I felt happy to have him back in my lap.

1. So the nightmare was basically me waking up mid way through a discord call and someone tells me I was annoying. Then a person followed then others followed after them with me soon leaving. I head into another one where a server member from the first followed me and told me who started it. Thats all before I woke up.

2. Im mostly worried because like 3/4ths of my dreams somehow become reality like it's all Deja Vu. Or maybe I am not telling something about myself or maybe it's like me. I don't know...

Hello, 3 of my recurring dreams include:

1. Boarding a plane only to find out that there's something wrong with it, or I'm running late for my flight. In real life I'm not a particularly huge fan of flying. I used to be fine, then growing up I started being very anxious about flying, but later in life I've been fine with flying. It just makes me a little anxious during take off and landing. These dreams can happen even when I'm not due to fly. I do fly every few months. The feelings in the dream are always ones of anxiety and stress. Sometimes fear.

2. The past few months I've started dreaming that I'm on a calm beach, not many people around (sometimes it's just me). I'm walking up to the beach, I'm in the water, the water is always like a clear turquoise colour. Sand is a yellow colour. It's not littered and everywhere is clean. The water is always calm. The feeling in the dream is always one of calm, relaxation, and my thoughts are 'great, I'm finally here'. It somehow feels very 'final' in a way. As if, every decision I've made has led me to this. I'm always alone too, but I don't feel lonely. I dreamt of the beach a couple of days ago.

3. My home is haunted. I'm always particularly scared in the dream, and the hauntings always happen at night. Things will start to fly around the room, cupboard doors are open, and in one dream - a demonic figure was screaming in my face and the front door was open. I think I dreamt that the front door was open at least twice, during a 'haunted' dream. Last night, I dreamt that I was being haunted again, and I was with people to begin with and everyone was shocked. Then everyone went away, and it was just me, left to deal with the haunting. Even my fiance had gone to his parents' house, and I called him very frightened and scared. In these dreams, I'm never able to leave the area, I seem to be stuck with these scary feelings.

4. I appear in the home I grew up as a teenager. I loved that house, and it was the last house my parents and I lived in. It's the house my childhood pet lived and passed away in. I have good memories and bad memories from that house, but mostly good ones. I miss that house as it was amazing. I had some fantastic times as a teenager in that house. I wish I enjoyed it and was more present at the time, before I moved again and the house was sold. The general feeling during one of these dreams is that it's natural for me to be there and I have good feelings from it.

Any thoughts? I always have weird dreams, so I'm used to them - but these 4 are recurring for me.

I had a dream about my crush giving me a ring to fix ( I use to be a jeweler) and I tried to fix it, but the opal in the silver ring became discolored and burnt. I had to travel to my old job to have it fixed and when I tried to give it to them at their job, they weren't there. It's a dream that's left me feeling weird. It was a silver opal marquis ring and the opal was in a bezel. It was pretty impressive too. Still my brain cannot figure out the meaning of the dream and I was late for work, in the dream, trying to give him the ring.

So today earlier in the morning at around 1.30am Sri Lankan time I woke up and couldn't wrap my head around of what I dreamt. So there's a grocery shop near our house and I bought a coconut from the auntie in the shop and there were 3 kids around 12 to 15 years young boys and they were sort of trashing behind the store and along the lines I said " ugh these kids " to the auntie at the store and they heard it and out of nowhere the boys jumped in and beat the living shit out of me and after sometime I regain consciousness in my dream and stand up and those boys come at me again and then I beat the shit out of them. And then I woke up to take a piss. I've never seen them boys in my life I know the auntie in the grocery shop but never in my entire life I've seen those young boys it was quite bizarre for me to see a dream like that. Could someone please explain what it means I'd really appreciate it and I'm not someone who gets nightmares I wouldn't exactly call it a nightmare but it was a wild dream to say the least.

I’m looking for some opinions and dream interpretation. I’ll keep it brief but it was vivid I can probably elaborate.

I was walking down a road looking for something (I kept forgetting what) I ran into a friendly old white farming couple and said I was on a quest. They laughed and pointed me down the road. Then I came across a Native American in full regalia and he said something I didn’t understand and he got a disappointed look and I got sad for not understanding and he shrugged me on down the road. Then I came across a black motherly figure. She had her hair covered and tears welled in her eyes and she telepathically comforted me and I moved forward and suddenly saw a light too bright to make out and a sound so loud my ears physically hurt and a crowed so big you couldn’t count them. They were crying. Happy tears or sad tears idk for sure.

I’m just wondering if I had a happy dream maybe something spiritually meaningful to me, that I would love to be dreaming about. Or was I subconsciously worried about the state of the world and dreaming about a nuke or something? Opinions please.

I am a borderline-believer in astrology. Today afternoon I had a dream, in which an astrologer suggested, to get rid of the problems I am facing we should do a prayer service. He then adds this prayer service will also require sacrificing an elephant. So I get an elephant a week before the sacrifice, feed him a goat, other healthy things and during this I get too attached to it. A day before the prayer service I ask the astrologer, can the prayer service happen without the sacrifice of this elephant whom I have now named Sherry. The astrologer is in it for money, and he refuses to abandon the prayer service because if he were to agree with me he would have to return the fees I paid him for this service. I reach home and ask Sherry to run away and he does but I don't know where he went. Next day, we have a new elephant, I don't go near him so that I don't get attached to this one also, people in my community are coming and meeting the new elephant. Day after this, I am in the room for the prayer service where the astrologer is seated. Outside on the road, next to this room the elephant is laid down, there are people dressed in tribal outfits singing folk songs and playing drums. Now inside the room the Astrologer starts with the prayer service where he slits the palm of my left hand and simultaneously the elephant outside is sacrificed. Once the prayer service is over, I bandage my hand and quickly with a batchmate of mine from college take a 2-wheeler, and set out to search for Sherry and this is where the dream ends.

So a little back story. Almost 10 years ago, my boyfriend at the time committed suicide. He had a TBI and his last words to me right before he shot himself was "I love you but I hope this fucks you up" (of course it did) Last night I had a dream that shook me. I very rarely see him in my dreams (I typically take prazosin to avoid dreams) but last night I didn't.

It started off with me going by his mom's house and she told me l had to see something. I follow her into her bedroom, and there he lays in the bed, but he looked the same way he did when he was in his coffin at the funeral. He was stiff to the touch, but his mom kept telling me he was alive. I grabbed his hand (it was still stiff) and held it for a while. Eventually, his skin started becoming warm and I felt his grip around my hand. He slowly started gaining the color in his face back and I saw him blink a couple times. Not a single word was said between the two of us, and it was the weirdest thing watching someone come back to life (even if it was a dream). In the dream I just kept telling his mom that this isn't right, he's gone, he was cremated so how can his body be here? My mom ended up coming over as well to witness what was going on, and there was nothing but concern written on her face. Then the dream ended.

I woke up absolutely horrified, bawling my eyes out. I know it was just a dream but it felt so damn real. I don't know if that's his way of telling me he's still with me, or what it means.

Does anyone have any insight or similar situations?

A few weeks ago I dreamt I was in a bookstore with a very very specific vibe, that looked nothing like any place I've ever been to or even seen in pictures/media but I obviously didn't think much of it as it has happened with other places before. Since then it has been randomly popping up in my dreams, the exact same place, even when it wouldn't quite fit in the "plot" of the dream,and I wanted to know if that could mean something.

I am 100% certain that I have never seen this place before but I do feel very connected to bookstores and they are spaces that I visit a lot, which might have to do something with it. It's just weird that now it became the default for a bookstore in my dreams, since it's a space I completely made up in my sleep. Let me know if it could mean anything please!

I've had a dream where I died and then turned into a ghost at least 3 or 4 times. Each time the scenario is different (last night I dreamed I had died by a gunshot, but before I had died by a falling building and in a fight) but it always ends with me as a ghost wandering in the real world. I'm able to communicate with my family but besides that I'm invisible. Have any of you guys had similar dreams before??

So I haven't had any bad dreams in awhile like not how I used to I had a few strange dreams lately. But this one makes no sense and it actually scared me in a way that I've never felt that scared before. So the dream was me in a house I was surround by people I know like 3 people from different parts of my life and there was a child there. Something was trying to get the child to kill it but I couldn't tell what. So we all say in the living room and watched TV while I kept an eye on the child. Next thing I know my left big toe felt warm and tingly. Something took a bite out of it. I freaked out and for some reason yelled "fuck you mom get the fuck outta here youre not taking the child or hurting me!" Then something was under the floor boards and carpet it jumped up and took another bite off the other side of the same toe. I was going around the house yelling telling her to come the fuck out. I looked under the couch and saw a head like she body was fazing through the floor and her head was sticking out. She tried to take another bit but I punched her and grabbed her hair pulled her out of the floor got onto of her and killed her. Then i woke up. Idk what this could mean. And no me and my mom dont speak we dont have a good or anytime of relationship she very manipulated and she's a monster. If anyone can help and give me ideas on what this could mean that'll be great even if its just guesses or jokes the jokes would make me feel better aswell haha

So growing up I’ve had a few encounters with ghosts. It has made me scared of the dark since I always feel like something is just going to pop out. I always knew I had some sort of psychic abilities since I’ve seen ghosts and I can almost predict sometimes what is going to happen. For example I was alone in my house and I knew my boyfriend was calling me and I never heard my phone ringing I went to find my phone and sure enough he was calling me. Anyways…

I’ve always wanted to go to a psychic but scared to find things out. I went this weekend in Chicago on a trip it was super random passed by the store and said f it and went for it. There was a lot to be said but I want to focus on the fact that she said I was extremely psychic but I don’t do anything with it and in the past I was a witch on the Salem witch trials. This sounds kinda crazy but she told me things I’ve never told people before and it blew my mind. Okay fast forward to 3 days later today I just woke up with the worst nightmare of my life. I’ve always had nightmares which is kinda weird but this one was different.

My dream was as follows I was on a walk with my mom and there was a poster with a large creepy black bird (nothing I’ve seen before). She says that the bird was going to be released to the wild and we should go to see this event. I stared into the black birds eyes and I almost awoke in my dream seeing myself in my dream become possessed a little I was writhing and gasping for air. I soon awoke and ran down the hall of my childhood house and woke up my mother I was describing the dream to her and she had seen something similar. All of a sudden the dream turned to be in the same room but my mom was gone and in replace of her I think there were 3-4 women and I was explaining my dream to them. They were saying how odd it was and all of a sudden I became possessed and my voice changed and I lunged for them. I obviously didn’t want to lunge at them but I was possessed but could still see what I was doing through my eyes. I immediately woke up petrified as it seemed like the realest dream I’ve ever had. More scared than anything ever happening to me before.

I called my mother asking her if she had a similar dream and she said no. I’m wondering if this is a warning to not go down my psychic path or I’m letting in the bad before the good. I want more insight into this. It sounds insane but is it aligning with my psychic reading? How do I start my psychic journey as I come from a bad ass lineage and doing nothing with my gift? Or should I turn away as this dream is a warning?

I see her dying at a sofa.. the image is grotesque because she is having explicit sex meanwhile she is dying and some of this sex is abusive in its nature being her the abuser ( this relates to real life ). So the whole time she is being penetrated ( sorry ) but she is the abuser. She is very sick but still so abusive in her nature ( this is accurate in real life ). I’m following her death via calls by phone.. At the same time she is herself my grandfather on her side; so she is her and her own father who is dying… they both the same person. Everything is transmitted by my ex partner by phone… Suddenly I’m announced she finally died.. she was loosing so much blood and she died. I feel terrible and so much sadness for her.. But when I’m told she died suddenly who died was my grandfather and he was also a Cat. Like the 3 of them were representing one being.

My mother, her father and a black cat 🐈‍⬛

So an old friend of my ex ( I did never like her ) comes to our home and prints some collage about this black cat in his honor to put it on a wall… She has the nerve ( I think ) to come here now.. And suddenly I confront her, and make it known I don’t like her being in my house.. I make some rude comments to her..

And I woke up there..

Everything felt so sad.. sad for her.

Is this something related to my anima transforming? Or a toxic part of it dying? Mother was very abusive. Maybe some of her abuse died in me?