this actually happened to me a couple of months ago.

Let me start by saying I talk in my sleep. My mom tells me that she hears me talking to myself sometimes after I've gone to sleep and she's still awake. One night while I was asleep, I called for my mom and asked her to make me a sandwich. She told me about it the next day but I didn't remember it.

Anyways, a couple of months ago I was sleeping. My mom told me that she heard me saying "No, no, no!" like someone or something was trying to get me. She walked into my room, and reached for me to try and wake me up. Well, as she was reaching for me I screamed at the top of my lungs. Then I went back to sleep. She told me the next day that she was so shook up after what happened she couldn't go back to sleep.

Also, one time I sleepwalked into her room, turned around and went back to bed.

EDIT: I forgot about this one. About a month ago, the stereo in my mom's room turned on by itself. It was pretty creepy.

My sister once sleepwalked into my room and asked me if she could have her sandwich. When I asked her what the [censored] she was talking about, she reacted angrily, told me to "pig off" and stormed out, bouncing off the doorframe.

I have some more experiences to share, but these aren't mine.

1. When my uncle was a kid, he lived in an old house. There was a piano in the basemant, and he said some nights he could hear it playing by itself. No one would be down there either. Also, one time while he was in bed, he heard something breathing in his room.

2. My mom worked at a nursing home back in the 90's. I vaguely remember it because when i was little, sometimes i would go over there while she was working. Anyways, it had a large kitchen, with a lot of cabinets. One night, she went to the kitchen and every single one of the cabinet doors were wide open. Also, she had her own bedroom there at the nursing home and one night she heard knocking on the wall beside her bed.

3. My grandma's sister also worked at that nursing home. There was a garage right off the kitchen. The washing machine and dryer were located in there. Well, one night she walked down to the garage to get some clothes and saw a girl in a white dress. She followed it down a hallway and then it just disappeared.

4. My uncle's friend was over at the house in i mentioned in story 1. There was a painting on the wall in the room he was in. All of a sudden, it levitated for a minute, then just dropped to the floor.

This happened when I was an advlt, and it's still kind of freaky. This is why I have a snack before I go to bed. So I don't hallucinate.
Had stayed up all night with the boyfriend engaging in romantic activities , until we both fell asleep in the living room. I was sober, no substances, nothing. Just tired from all the activity. I should have eaten a peanut butter sandwich or something.
I woke up because I could hear something scraping the living room floor. There were long scaly fingers dragging the floor. This little monster looking thing was walking round the living room. He looked scaly, drippy, and made of rotten things. I went to sit up, but he ran his scaly fingers over my head and grinned. I wan't afraid of him, it was more like a caress. Like a parent checking on a child who has fallen asleep in front of the television.
He frowned and went over to the boyfriend, and he did not look pleased. I said "don't".
He told me not to worry. He also told me he and the BF only ate dead girls. And to watch out for him, he was going to hurt me. (At this point, I figured I was dreaming or hallucinating.)
Now, I was sitting bolt upright and the boyfriend woke up. And I was now angry. And my head hurt really badly. Excruciatingly painfully, horribly bad. I was holding my head.
I looked at him and said "Oh, so you only eat dead girls?" And I saw him for the first time as he was, bottom of his life, and dragging me down. And it made me feel cold and angry.
Then the windows, which were long and opened from the inside, in the middle, flew open. The bathroom cabinets flew open. My bf got up and ran into the bathroom, and told me towels and things had fallen out. Then I felt immnesely regretful for being angry at him, and everything stopped. No storm that night. No wind. It was probably a mouse. It was an old house.
I went to the kitchen and got some fruit, ate it, and went back to sleep. The BF, he was freaked out. Swore up and down I was telekinetic. I told him he was full of [censored], and should stop dropping illegal substances. I told him we both were quite tired and stuff like that could never happen. I told him he needed help.
Later on, he did indeed physically injure me. That was the end of that.

Our subconscious is a powerful thing, and somethimes things we don't want to recognize or admit come to a head in our dreams.
Or our daydreams.

Not really fitting the thread, but that sleep-walking post a few posts up reminded me of a funny story.
When I was really little I used to sleep walk almost every other night. I would usually walk into my parents room and wake up the next morning on the floor. My parents knew this, so they kept their door open.
One night, though, they closed the door. I ran full tilt into while I was asleep, and walked back to bed and got in, still asleep. My mom woke me up after that and I had no recollection whatsoever.

Cause it was probably a "baked ziti noodle".

To Oblivion with you! I am so enraged, because I was going to post something similar! :swear:

One morning when I was 3-4 years old, I woke up and saw a monster kinda like the wall monster in the beginning of The Frighteners. I was awake (and didn't wake up afterwards so it's no dream). It just was there inside the wall on the other side of the room for a while and then vanished.

Oh, and my great grandmother was 100% certain she saw a gnome once in a barn when she was 10. She used to say that it was real and happened and so on until she died a few years ago.

When I was 10 I was visiting my friend's house and he had a woods in the back yard. I swore I saw a man walking a dog in the woods but he vanished as soon as I turned my head, and later while I was playing in the yard I found a small bone in the flower bed. I'm not really sure what kind of bone it was, it might have just been a chicken bone, but I started thinking maybe I saw the ghost of a dead dog being walked by his owner. :cold:

Mamagato, I'll believe you believe that's just a dream/hallucination when I eat my foot. Seriously. Your subconscious can't just make everything open up like that.

I was going to say more or less the same thing, but decided I didn't want to be laughed at didn't.
Then again, considering some of the things I've experienced over the course of my life, I'm pretty open-minded when it comes to things like that.
Hey, if it was an hallucination, it seems like it also helped you set your life on the right track, and that's good.
If not... well, even if it was scary-looking, at least you know something's got your back. c:

Definitely the Fair Folk. I hope you didn't disrespect them or the woods.

Of course not; are you kidding? I used to put out little bowls of milk and honey for them at night. I didn't want to wake up one morning to find my bed full of thorns. Or worse.
I know what happens when you piss off the Fey.

Cut me some slack, all right, I was nine. >.>

After the appearance of Neil Gaiman and others like him, I'd cut you some slack if you were thirty when you did that. Hell, even Terry "creator of BS Johnson" Pratchett has creepy Fey in his stories.

A quote, if you will:



I don't think ANYONE goes around intentionally pissing off fairies, unless they've gone daft. Even people who don't believe in fairies don't try to piss off fairies.

Has any one Visited POM in Papua New Guinea? what i never got/get is why the expats hate it/the people up here, there so [censored] funny, if it rains they use insulation covers (the stuff to keep the fiber glass rolls ... rolled up(there plastic)) and half the time they look like nuns, or how the can use just a [censored] bout' ANY THING to repair their cars!!! some ones car door handle was broken so he used a [censored] thong as a door opener@!!!!!!! or how they catch fish with scrap metal off cuts! OR how they demand compensation from the government for (this is a beach side village) their coffins (with the dead still inside) being washed out, they said that the government has to pay them because the waters to high and all our coffins got washed away!" ... i love PNG

on the subject of PNG i never understand how/why potholes are formed.

This threads still alive?

LMF

This is totally explainable but it's a pretty disturbing vivid memory I have from childhood. I found a cute lil caterpillar in the yard once and brought it inside to play, when seemingly for no reason it started discharging this creamy orange goo. I thought it was dying or something so I killed it, but I realized later it was of course just metamorphosing Sry, no spooky stories here. Also sry it's totes off topic but I felt like sharing something D:

I had a dream where someone killed my grandpa with something in a syringe over some sort of cloth in my dream i said to myself it was cheese cloth (is that even a real type of cloth?) the next day we were doing an experiment in class with a plant seed and we used a cloth to cover the seed a gauze kind of like the cloth i saw in my dream now that i think about that dream took place in a house i didn't live in at that time (weird.)

Also, i had a dream of me sitting in the bathroom of the house i currently live in (before i lived in Las Vegas then i moved) the bathroom is exactly the same in the house i know live in as in my dream.

One time when i was on a plane moving from England to Las Vegas i fell asleep on the plane and had a dream that i was behind a couch which i guess was something i wasn't supposed to do in my dreams as i feared things behind things when i was a kid ex.what's behing my closet door, so in the dream when i went behind the couch there was a dark dark dark shadow that i fell in and everything faded to black and i could hear possibly the most devil like voice i had ever heard in all my life in a dream i swear i met the devil in that dream it sounds weird but i mean it, also to add to the weirdness apparently i was throwing a tantrum screaming and yelling and kicking for no apparent reason (this was all happening while i was dreaming) i can't remember that whole flight and trust me the flight was atleast 2 hours long (we didn't go all the way from england to vegas we swapped planes at an airport in chicago) the whole thing had happened long enough for the flight to take course and for my brother to eat an in flight meal so the whole thing went on for awhile.When i ask my parents about it they say they remember me spazzing out and agree that it was weird.

I'm sure most of these sound fake but these are real things that happened to me, by now i'm more than shure that your dreams can tell the future in some weird way.

When i heard my dog that died eating his food in the kitchen 2 days later. I was in my room going to sleep, I heard the distinct sound of a dog chewing food. I still remember the sound to this day. Oddly, I didnt feel scared. It was comforting in a way.

I live in a 200+ year old house that was the home a familly called the Pattersons who still live in town, but my house belonged to the family for generations and many people have passed away in our house. But, a child who lived here name Rodrick or Roderick (not sure on spelling) who was 6 or 7 got hit by a car in the church parking lot right down the street in about the 1920's and my mom had always told me about weird stuff happening around the house when they first moved in. So I remember being in bed and having something playing with my hair. Also I remember when I was about 7 sitting next to my mom whilst she was on the computer, and you can clearly see the kitchen door from where the computer was at the time, and I saw a woman in a white night gown come out of the kitchen and just disappear. My mom still remembers me asking "Who's that lady who walked out of the kitchen?". Lastly, I remember sometime in about 3rd or 4th grade I slept downstairs on the couch and it randomly started shaking like violently shaking. I was scared out of my mind.

I also remember being at a sleepover with like 6 or 7 kids in 1st grade at this kid's house, Andrew. I remember we thought we saw a man looking through the window and we woke his parents up and everything hahahaha

Well, like I usually do when a topic like this crops up, I have to share one story that shook me to the core.

When I was a teenager, I liked to leave my television on in my room all the time. Usually it was because I was - and am - an avid video gamer, and will constantly leave the TV on for hours on end just in case I want to 'go back' and revisit a particularly frustrating level if it had been giving me some trouble. Well, one night as I was returning to my room, the television - which I could see through my open door - suddenly drops the game I had been playing and turned to pure static. At first, this was just an 'Oh Crap, I lost my progress!' sort of thing since I hadn't saved for a while, but then the TV - as I watched - suddenly went pure, blindingly white.

I don't mean in the 'static' way either. Pure, solid white, unbroken. It stayed like that for a few moments, before suddenly turning itself off. Stunned, I stood there and stared into the now pitch-black room in front of me - since the TV was the only light I really needed so I didn't bother turning on the rest of the lights - for a few seconds... Before I heard this laugh. It wasn't that loud, nor did it seem to come from the room in front of me really, but the sheer chill that it sent down my spine made me 100 percent unwilling to enter my room, at all, until the sun rose.

I slept in the living room, on the couch, with the lights on that night. When day broke, I went back into my room, checked it thoroughly, and came up with nothing. On top of that, when I turned my TV back on, the game I had been playing was still running right where I had paused it before... The memory of that still makes me quiver.

happened to me as well. after my bird died, i heard her distinct chirps while i was in bed or when i was alone in the house. it is very comforting actually.

Honestly, you guys are all weird.

your just jealous.

I was three or four and sitting on my father's lap in our living room. All of the sudden something jumped onto my lap and to my surprise it was a giant cricket. I yelped and my father asked what was wrong, I told him that a giant bug jumped on me. He didn't believe me though, still don't know if it was real to this day.