I have this recurring dream where I’m in my great grandmother’s house. Sometimes she’s there, but obviously deceased, but still holding conversation like nothing is wrong. Other times the house is empty. Every dream I’m there I’m trying to get out and it seems like something is pulling me back in.
When I lived there over a summer in my childhood, when granny was alive, my brother and sister and I all agreed it was haunted and had stories to tell about the voices and figures we saw. We discovered several years later that the 80 year old house was built on top of an old civil war graveyard.
The supernatural part is, as a 29 year old adult, I was explaining those dreams to my brother and sister and they each said they have them too. Same details, same deceased great grandmother, trying to get out.
She passed when I was 18 and none of us have been there since. The house might not even be there. I heard it was demolished and rebuilt. But the dreams still come fairly regularly
I used to have much more pleasant recurring dreams with her son, my grandpa, where we’d just sit on his couch and chat. Then last year in the last dream I had of him, he said he had to go and that I wouldn’t see him again. He also told me he was proud of me and that he liked my wife. And I hugged him before the dream ended.
Sure enough, those dreams stopped coming. I wish the evil house ones would too.
The weirdest thing is that my last dream of my grandpa happened around the time my brother’s son was born. It’s not hard for me to ponder every now and then that my grandpa chose to reincarnate. It’s all rather spooky
I have this recurring dream where I’m in my great grandmother’s house. Sometimes she’s there, but obviously deceased, but still holding conversation like nothing is wrong. Other times the house is empty. Every dream I’m there I’m trying to get out and it seems like something is pulling me back in.
When I lived there over a summer in my childhood, when granny was alive, my brother and sister and I all agreed it was haunted and had stories to tell about the voices and figures we saw. We discovered several years later that the 80 year old house was built on top of an old civil war graveyard.
The supernatural part is, as a 29 year old adult, I was explaining those dreams to my brother and sister and they each said they have them too. Same details, same deceased great grandmother, trying to get out.
She passed when I was 18 and none of us have been there since. The house might not even be there. I heard it was demolished and rebuilt. But the dreams still come fairly regularly
I used to have much more pleasant recurring dreams with her son, my grandpa, where we’d just sit on his couch and chat. Then last year in the last dream I had of him, he said he had to go and that I wouldn’t see him again. He also told me he was proud of me and that he liked my wife. And I hugged him before the dream ended.
Sure enough, those dreams stopped coming. I wish the evil house ones would too.
The weirdest thing is that my last dream of my grandpa happened around the time my brother’s son was born. It’s not hard for me to ponder every now and then that my grandpa chose to reincarnate. It’s all rather spooky