It is difficult to shorten this to a few lines without leaving out important details. I often recall my dreams, I even remember a couple from when I was a child. One, in paticular as I dreamt it several times. I am hoping that you can shed some light or comment on what this dream below was and if it was just a dream or something more.
I am a nighthawk so hubby (I will use his initial in this post - D) often falls asleep before me. This night, about 4 years ago, I was really tired so drifted off before he did. As he sat up next to me in bed reading a book I quickly fell asleep.
I remember dreaming I was laying in bed and noticed light in the hallway and thought someone must have turned the bathroom light on. I turned to D who was awake reading next to me (the same book as the one when I actualy went to sleep) and said "I someone left a light, on it must have been Gido (my grandfather who passed over 15 yrs ago." D paid no attention to me so I said "ok fine I'll go turn it off." As I got up I turned to look back at the bed and was startled to not only see D sitting there reading but me laying next to him sleeping. As I stood there feeling confused the light in the hallway grew brighter and I instantly turned my attention that way. I walked down the hall towards the bathroom and as I neared the doorway I could see the mirror and the reflection of someone in it. I stopped just short of the door and stood and watched for a moment. I could see a man dressed in a blue soldiers uniform and hat (from the 1800's era) looking at himself in the mirror, smiling. It was then I realized the bathroom light was not on, the light was a glow in the room.
I stepped into the doorway and he turned towards me. At this time I was not frightened just curious. I said "Hello, who are you?" He did not reply, just stood there smiling. I recall thinking he looked familiar to me, he resembled a relative, who died years ago, yet it wasn't him and how could it be anyway. He just stood there smiling. I started to feel uneasy as it occurred to me that what there is a stranger in our home. As I was looking at his uniform I noticed the lower part of his pant legs were almost see through like and it just hit me, he's dead.
I started telling him he was dead and did not belong here that he should go towards the light, look for a light, that people are there waiting for him. He said nothing. Things started to feel like slow motion, even my words were coming out in a real slow motion way. I became more frightened and began to back out of the doorway and proceed to walk backwards down the hallway. He followed me. As I quickened my step so did he. I tried to yell out to him to get away and leave me alone, but the words were coming out slow and dragged out like. The next thing I knew I was sitting up in my bed with a really heavy feeling in my chest. I sat there dumbfounded. D was speaking loudly to me asking me if I was alright and telling me it's ok you had a bad dream. As I turned to him I could see a fear in his eyes. He told me I really freaked him out. I started talking in my sleep and when he looked at me I was motionless and my mouth didn't appear to be moving much, yet he could clearly hear me speaking. He repeated exactly what I had said in my dream and that I started to talk in this slow motion like way. He could tell something was scaring me. He tried to wake me but couldn't. D said he was shaking me to wake me up when suddenly I bolted upright and scared the bleep out of him. I was shaken. I told him what happened in my dream and how real it was.
It bothered me all day and I couldn't sleep the next night. I kept wondering what that meant and who that was. A couple of nights later I had another dream, that I was standing at the top of a grassy hill. I was looking down at two women dressed in long 1800 style dresses holding periosals. They were looking at me with this strange look, like they were shocked to see me. A young boy (from that era) came up to me and handed me a book. It was a diary. I opened it and found the pages blank except for a page dated the day that I had the other dream. It had one word written it said - Intruder. I gave the book back to the little boy and as he walked away I woke up.
I am still haunted by both dreams, the first in particular. I also have to share that since two people while in our home claim to have seen for a quick second a outline of a man wearing a hat. It was really quick and the image vague. We have had many strange things happen in this house that makes us believe we are not alone. That is a whole other story.
Any comments or insight that any of you can provide would be appreciated. What kind of dream was this or was it more than a dream? I would love to know who was the man in the mirror and what this means.
Thanks for taking the time to read this long post.
Cat
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