Wow! It is AMAZING to me how emotional, visceral, and present a nightmare can be. Well, this one wasn’t technically a nightmare, but it did have me making enough noise in the form of guttural utterances that my wife had to wake me up (because I woke her up, obviously).

What can this scary ghost dream mean?

In the dream I was at some kind of outdoor gathering of people in a field. There was a couple of long rows of picnic tables on my right, and an outbuilding of some sort on my left. The outbuilding was just a couple of feet from me – I was just at the corner of the building. The tables extended from about five feet in front of me at the two o’clock position and extending off to my right. If you can envision this, the corner of the outbuilding was just to my left and the corner of the closest table was straight in front of me. I guess you could say I was sitting at an angle in the direction of the tables.

I was sitting in one of those canvas folding chairs (the kind that fold up and fit into a tubular carrying case) looking at the group of people that were sitting at the tables and milling around with plates of food. There was a large barbeque smoker at the far end of the tables with some people standing there getting their food.

I don’t remember seeing family, or recognizing anybody. It was a crowd of about 40 or 50 people. I somehow came to “just know” that it was a group of paranormal hobbyists and enthusiasts and that behind me was an old cemetery, and everybody was eating this dinner around dusk, getting ready to do some ghost watching.

My wife was suddenly with me, standing in front of me and without a word opened the door to the outbuilding and went inside. The door swung toward me, so that when it was opened it was right in front of me. The outer door, the one that swung towards me, was an old wood frame screen door. There was an inner, solid door that she closed behind her when she went in.

Suddenly, the screen door opened abruptly all by itself as if a very strong wind blew it open. My reaction was to put my hand out to grab it and stop it from slamming into me, which I did. I immediately felt a force – a pressure – from the door pushing towards me as if someone were on the other side trying to push me off my chair with the door. My right hand was on the door frame and my left hand was pressing against the horizontal part of the frame that separated the upper screen from the lower screen. The door just kept pushing harder and harder, and I was grunting and uttering something  – I don’t know what exactly but it was probably “What the f**k” or something like that.

Suddenly I was lifted up, chair and all, as if a huge man had thrown his arms around my midsection and lifted my right up in the air – and I started flying backwards. It felt like a pro football player had literally picked me up and was running with me, yet I could see nothing. I began to yell, and was thrown to the ground on my back about 20 feet from the outbuilding.

Whatever this thing was – whatever this force – it had pinned both of my arms crossed against my chest and was bearing down with all it’s force and might, pushing the air out of my lungs. I was fighting back and making grunting noises but had no strength against this thing, whatever it was. It was as if I were a tiny child being held down by a full grown man. My vision started to go black and whit and snowy, like bad reception on an old TV set. Everybody in the group came running over and I heard a lot of exclamatory remarks in the vein of “did you see that” and that sort of thing. It was witnessed by many people. My wife was the first to get to me and when she reached down and touched me, the force that was crushing me dissipated.

In the dream she had her hand on my upper arm and was shaking me, saying “Are you all right?” and I woke up to her doing exactly that.

When I woke up I was disoriented and asked her what was wrong. She said “your were dreaming again” and I replied “oh my god that was scary”. She told me to stop watching scary movies late at night. I told her I was watching NYPD Blue last night and we laughed.

I don’t know what it was, or what it meant, this scary ghost dream. I only know that I was as a little child against the strength of this thing. Like a rag doll. I don’t remember feeling fear when it happened – just being startled and surprised. Even when I was blacking out towards the end, I was fighting, determined to fight to the end. My wife saved me from the total blackness I was heading into.

It would be interesting to know how this dream could be interpreted. Any takers?


Love and Prosperity to you ALL! Have an AWESOME Day!