Dreams are weird, but they fade. Strange dreams, however, stay with you forever.
Ghost whispererThe last dream I remember having, I was in a room that looked like the attic, it was broken, old and dusty. I believe I was moving in. I had my suitcase on the bed and I was unpacking. I had a rack of stuffed toys on the side. And just my bed. Ahead was a huge old window, and beside it was a broken, rusty closet door that is open and gave me the chills. I hear footsteps behind me and I turn around to find that one of my toy has come to life and he's waiting there for me to play with him. I looked to the door to make sure no one is there, because I guess no one knows about my toys toys coming to life. That one in particular so we start playing, I'm tickling him, I'm spinning him. And after that, I return to unpacking my things, I turn to see him and he's rolling his eyes back and begins to stumble around. I catch him before he falls and he looks up at me and smiles. I smile back. His eyes then begin to wander above me and suddenly they're following something up above his head. I look up, questionable and look back at him. He points to the ceiling and says "Dead baby girl" to which my body feels something and I looked to the closet door that is cracked open. I crawl as fast as I can to close it because the footsteps get louder and faster above us, but the door closes by itself. I looked down to a broken glass frame and I can see my reflection accompanied by little girl. I turn around and nobody is there. And I woke up, I honestly had no idea what it meant. I thought maybe they were trying to tell me something and that I might become the next ghost whisperer but I haven't had another dream like that. And it was weird because I actually felt it, like I was actually there. My body, my mind, my spirit were all in it.