I would have this dream 2 or more a year for at least 5 years in counting.I don't have it anymore,but I still remember it.
In It,it was night and I could not sleep.Something persuaded me to go downstairs in the basement were I would find sleep.but I didn't want t go because it was scary down there.
But something would always make me go down.
It was pitch black through the whole dream.
I made my way downstairs terrifide of the dark.I sat down on my dad's orange swivel chair and shivered for fear (I could always see the orange fabric on the chair)
Then bright eyes would appear every were.I always associated them with ghosts.(sometimes they would talk to me trying to haunt me or say that they were my friends)
I was parallelized with fear until I got courage and ran up the stairs to my mum and dad's room.Only to find out that there were ghosts too.
I then woke up in a cold sweat.
And I have had this dream many times in my young life,but not anymore.
Why??
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