05-31-2014, 01:14 PM
In this dream, I was staying in a building that looked a lot like my parents home that had burned down. It was a sort of shelter, and every room was filled with beds and there seemed to be a lot of people bunking in there.
I walked down the long hall that led to the living room area to get a phone. I had a disturbing dream about the moon. For whatever reason, I have always been afraid of the harvest moon, or whenever it looks weird and unnatural. I honestly can't remember why. It's just one of my quirks I guess. Anyway, I was going to ask my mother about the dream and if she had any clues as to why I was so afraid of the moon when it was big and orange.
When I grabbed the phone, I sat next to a couch in front of a fireplace. There were two doors that looked a bit like cabinet doors attached to the opening of the fireplace, and when I started dialing the phone, they started swinging and slamming shut ferociously. I was alarmed, but not afraid as I am in most dreams I have of spirits trying to scare me. I stood up and asked it to stop, and it swung the doors even harder, cracking the wood and shooting shards of wood and splinters towards my face. Then I got angry and yelled commanding it to stop, and it did... until I turned my back to it. The minute would turn around to walk back down the hall, they would swing and I would have to turn around and yell at it to stop, and it did when I made it about halfway down the hall, but then I could hear violent slamming coming from my room.
I ran in to find that my dresser draws had been thrown out into the floor. There was a man I didn't know lying on one of the beds in my room watching a tiny tv. He looked absolutely un-phased. I put the draws back into the dresser and turned to ask him what happened and the drawers started slamming open and closed. I yelled for them to stop, and they did. The guy then looked up and apologized. He said that things just happened around him. I told him things happened around me too and I seemed to magnify the effect of these things. I expected it was going to be a long, noisy night... but since it was quiet now, I could call my mother.
When my mother picked up, I asked her if I had any scary dreams about the moon when I was a kid, and she told me I had. She then told me my dream... it was the same as the one I had just had and as she told me, I saw my dream again in a vision. There was one side of the moon that looked like a man's face, but people, aliens, and bad spirits had been going to the moon and were building walls. The moon rotated and showed the other side of the moon where the walls were being built, and it was shaped like a demonic face with an evil smile. Every hair on my neck stood up. The dresser drawers started slamming open and shut again, so I told my mother I had to go, and commanded that they stop, this time they didn't. After screaming two or three times, I realized that THIS time, there was a guy behind them making them do it... but I knew the first time, that he was not there. Upon realizing this, I woke up.
The wheels were turning in my head when I awoke. I did manage to contact my mother today. I felt like I had been made to forget the dreams I had of the moon as a child and were shown them again in this dream. She confirmed that I did have many nightmares of the moon as a child that led to me being afraid of it on some nights.
I walked down the long hall that led to the living room area to get a phone. I had a disturbing dream about the moon. For whatever reason, I have always been afraid of the harvest moon, or whenever it looks weird and unnatural. I honestly can't remember why. It's just one of my quirks I guess. Anyway, I was going to ask my mother about the dream and if she had any clues as to why I was so afraid of the moon when it was big and orange.
When I grabbed the phone, I sat next to a couch in front of a fireplace. There were two doors that looked a bit like cabinet doors attached to the opening of the fireplace, and when I started dialing the phone, they started swinging and slamming shut ferociously. I was alarmed, but not afraid as I am in most dreams I have of spirits trying to scare me. I stood up and asked it to stop, and it swung the doors even harder, cracking the wood and shooting shards of wood and splinters towards my face. Then I got angry and yelled commanding it to stop, and it did... until I turned my back to it. The minute would turn around to walk back down the hall, they would swing and I would have to turn around and yell at it to stop, and it did when I made it about halfway down the hall, but then I could hear violent slamming coming from my room.
I ran in to find that my dresser draws had been thrown out into the floor. There was a man I didn't know lying on one of the beds in my room watching a tiny tv. He looked absolutely un-phased. I put the draws back into the dresser and turned to ask him what happened and the drawers started slamming open and closed. I yelled for them to stop, and they did. The guy then looked up and apologized. He said that things just happened around him. I told him things happened around me too and I seemed to magnify the effect of these things. I expected it was going to be a long, noisy night... but since it was quiet now, I could call my mother.
When my mother picked up, I asked her if I had any scary dreams about the moon when I was a kid, and she told me I had. She then told me my dream... it was the same as the one I had just had and as she told me, I saw my dream again in a vision. There was one side of the moon that looked like a man's face, but people, aliens, and bad spirits had been going to the moon and were building walls. The moon rotated and showed the other side of the moon where the walls were being built, and it was shaped like a demonic face with an evil smile. Every hair on my neck stood up. The dresser drawers started slamming open and shut again, so I told my mother I had to go, and commanded that they stop, this time they didn't. After screaming two or three times, I realized that THIS time, there was a guy behind them making them do it... but I knew the first time, that he was not there. Upon realizing this, I woke up.
The wheels were turning in my head when I awoke. I did manage to contact my mother today. I felt like I had been made to forget the dreams I had of the moon as a child and were shown them again in this dream. She confirmed that I did have many nightmares of the moon as a child that led to me being afraid of it on some nights.