Dreams can be real
by Georgie Pie
(New Zealand, Taranaki, The Beach)
One night, when my mum was young, she had a dream. In her dream she was in her room and she could hear a crackling sound, one like an oil heater warming up. Then she heard screaming and scratching on her bedroom door, and it started in her wardrobe. Suddenly cars started coming through the walls and people with masks grabbed her.
She woke up. She didn't want to get out of bed and tell her parents as she was to scared, and from then on she forgot about it.
Thirty years down the track at one of my whole family holidays we were sharing our own personal paranormal experiences (we all seem to have a lot of our own) and mum mentioned her dream as she thought it was fairly scary. Then my aunt stood up and went absolutely white.
When my mum and her were younger they "would share a room together" she said and "I had the exact same dream but I didn't want to say anything because I was afraid what my parents would say." They were fairly hard and detached from them when they were young.
From then on we've talked about trying to think of an explanation. We don't have one so far apart from spiritual interference.