I recently had a very un-nerving dream that I was with my mother and my oldest daughter in a basement rec room. My mother was on a couch watching television (which I couldn’t see ) and my daughter and I were in living room-type chairs next to the couch, apparently watching TV as well. For some reason, I got up and went to the back of the room and went through a door. The steps inside the door led down. I remember thinking how this was possible when I was already in the basement, but I descended the steps anyway.
I walked down into the darkness, but there was enough light to let me see that the second basement was actually the old finished basement of my childhood. I walked toward the opposite end of this room—I don’t know why—and I was suddenly grabbed by both wrists by an invisible spirit or ghost. The entity seemed to be frantically pulling me as far away from the door to the stairs as it possibly could. I started to panic and had an urgent fear that I had to get out of there. I began pulling back toward the stairs as I was pulled in the opposite direction into some dark abyss.
I really started to pull back frantically and got one wrist free, still being pulled from the entity, when I finally managed to make it to the doorjam, pulled myself toward the stairs, and continued to be pulled backward as I am climbing the stairs. I reached the top and was almost catapulted into the first basement and slam the door shut. I was shaking and looked up to see my daughter and mother just staring at me. My heart wass pounding, and they just turned away and went back to watching TV.
As I awoke ... my heart was beating half out of my chest. I got up and went into the bathroom and washed my face. It took me about thirty minutes to calm down. I was so scared. I noticed the time was only 12:45 a.m.
In a way, I am still not over it and this was about three days ago. What the heck does that mean?
