Derik
Skilled Investigator
My grandparents lived in our basement for a short period of time. We lived in the country and they were building a house a couple of hundred meters from ours. I used to have nightmares and night terrors constantly from the time I was around 5 until I was in my mid to late 20's. I don't have them much now for some reason (I also used to sleep walk every time I had a nightmare between ages 5 and 9 or so). One night, when I was around 9 or so, I dreamed that I was walking through our house and went to the basement. It was dark and creepy. I remember seeing a large hard candy on the floor of the basement. It was red and in the shape of a hershey's chocolate bar, but it was more like a jolly rancher. I went to grab it and I heard a voice tell me not to be so greedy and it shattered almost into dust (I honestly don't know what the heck that had to do with anything). I then walked over to my grandpa's bed and he wasn't moving or breathing. I ran upstairs and outside. In the middle of our yard we had a stone birdbath. In my dream there was an earthquake and the birdbath shattered. I also remember seeing a carnival off in the distance (again, not sure what this had to do with anything), like over a mile away on a hill. Then the dream proceeded with me running through creek beds and sandy/rocky areas and I woke up screaming. I guess it was a year or so later my grandfather had a massive heart attack in his sleep, was rushed to the hospital where he eventually died of a follow-up heart attack. Probably just coincidence. I mean, it's pretty easy to tell someone "you're going to die" before they do because we all will die, and Grandpa was 71 at the time of the dream. It was a really freaky dream though.