Freddy Krueger Visits A Dreamer

Recently I received the following weird dreams from a reader of Your Weird Dreams. I don't know if the dreamer is male or female, so I hope the person doesn't mind if I refer to him/her as female. I apologize in advance if the person who emailed me is a man.

When she was around 3 years old, the little girl had moved away from the city and visited an elderly lady who lived next door to her. When the old woman turned to face the child, the old woman's face had a "cartoon animated monsters mouth."

The old lady chased the child and threatened to eat her.

What makes this "dream" weird, beyond the obvious "neighbor eats child" part, is that the child was not asleep and it was the middle of the day (end of dream).

Here is my interpretation about this first dream: I believe that children have the ability to dream while awake. Reality is sometimes blurred with small children who don't yet understand the concept of dreaming. I also believe that some children are gifted with great imaginations and amazing perceptions. Quite possibly, the old lady who lived next door WAS something of a monster and the child could sense danger.


When you consider the fact that she had just moved – a major change in a child of only three – you can understand why she would be frightened by the strange woman living next door, particularly if she was a sensitive and impressionable little girl and the woman gave off scary vibes.

The second dream also occurred when the dreamer was a young child. Her mother always tucked her in at night, but on one particular night, as her "mum" entered the room and spoke, "it was not her voice; it was like Freddy Krueger from the horror films".

But her mother was not the one who was standing in front of her. According to the reader, "I froze and started hyper-ventilating." And though her mother tried to calm her down, every time her mother spoke, the little girl heard a monster's voice. After about 5 minutes, the mother's voice gradually softened.

What is interesting about this experience is that the mother vouched for her memory of that night's experience. The dreamer states, "so I know I wasn't asleep."

My take on her second dream – parents sometimes appear as monsters to their children, particularly when they raise their voices or contort their faces. Seeing parents and caretakers as monsters can happen when the people who are caring for them lose control. The loss of control frightens children.

But another explanation could be that her mother was possessed (highly unlikely) or that they had ghosts living in their home. I've seen enough episodes of Psychic Kids: Children of the Paranormal to know that children CAN access "the other side."

Afterthought: In light of a dream I recently posted, Nightmare While Awake: A True Paranormal Experience, I've come to believe that a period of time exists just prior to falling asleep when the likelihood of feeling awake cannot always be trusted. I think that sometimes we are actually sleeping.

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Nightmare While Awake: A True Paranormal Experience

The year was 1973. The room was dark except for shadowed branches dancing on the walls. I was alone, awaiting that moment of surrender when my body would cave to the demands of sleep. But sleep never came.

My eyes sprung open at the mention of my name. Thereeeeesa, the voice whispered long and slow. Thereeeeesa.

As if the planets had spun out of control, their centrifugal force racing at a speed too fast for my mind to comprehend, I felt myself plastered to the bed. Every time I tried to lift my arms, my legs, and even my head, I remained glued in place. Panic swept over me in a drenching sweat as I tried in desperation to force myself out of my bed.

Though I poured every bit of strength into every imagined move in my efforts to stand up, I felt my energy deplete with each attempted movement. A kind of prickly numbness stabbed every pore in my skin while I listened to the reverberation of my heart thumping in my ears – drowned out only by my name being called again, Thereeeeesa.

Something had to be holding me down, I reasoned, something I couldn't see, a ghost or a spirit maybe. All I could think to do was trick whatever it was that kept calling my name.

Using my strength of will, I tried to force myself into an upright position before this thing, this ghost, this spirit, this voice, became fully aware that I was even thinking about it.

In one swift movement, I swung my left shoulder toward my right. The move was too fast. I crashed to the floor. Leaden legs, cement block appendages wouldn't allow me to crawl, let alone walk. Thereeeeesa, the whisper taunted me.

The phone sat on a table across the room. In terrified panic, I realized I had to reach the phone to call my mother. The hour was late, but my mother would hear the panic in my voice, would recognize my fear. My mother would calm me down.

I placed a hand on the wooden floor in front of me and heard the wet slap as each palm hit the ground. Inch by inch I dragged my way across the room to the phone. I reached up to grab it.

The second my finger touched the receiver, I was back on the bed. Thereeeeesa.

I could see my body glisten in the moonlight, sweat oozing from every pore after my struggle to get to the other side of the room.

If only my mother could hear my psychic cries for help. I had to get to the phone. I had to stop the voice from...from what? A ghost? The spirit of something evil? Who was haunting me?

Maybe I was imagining the voice, but the air felt suffocating. It closed in around me, its heaviness clinging to me like clammy fingers. I had to get out of the straightjacket that held me tight to my bed.

With every ounce of energy I could muster, I flung myself forward and landed, once again, on the floor. Again, I dragged myself across the floor as I listened to the squeak of my hands. Again, I reached for the phone. Again, I grasped it in relief as I pressed the first button.

Instantly I was back on the bed listening to the rapid drumming of my heart. Maybe I could make it to my sister's room. I had to tell her that somebody was in the house. I needed her help.

I could almost see the hands of the clock race in circles as the night passed in segments of time. I must have blacked out occasionally. What else could account for the fact that one second I was on the floor and the next I was on the bed with no memory of having crawled back to the bed?

I tried once more to get across the room. Plop. Onto the floor. Slap. Slap. Slap. I kept getting closer to my sister's room. Dragging. Dragging cement legs behind me. I reached up. Heard my sister breathing. Grabbed the blanket.

Thereeeeesa. I found myself back on my bed.

I remembered an old Indian story I'd heard about how facing my fears head on would make me stronger. With determination, I decided that if I could make it to the end of the hall, to the kitchen, I would no longer be afraid.

Somehow I found the strength to pull myself into an upright position and with rigid legs and a stiff back walked intently toward the kitchen. With wobbly legs, I passed my daughter's room. I watched her sit upright in her bed. Her haunted look surprised me and she spoke to me as if in a trance. Very clearly she told me, "Don't go in there," and then fell backward on the bed.

I would soon see that same image in a movie that hadn't yet come out, The Exorcist.

I was terrified that I would find myself on the bed again if I didn't move fast enough, but I was also terrified of moving forward. It must be a test, I thought. If I stopped now I would never know if I had the courage to face the demon that called my name.

With more determination than ever before, I moved cautiously toward the kitchen. Soon it would be morning. I could see the dawning light filter through the windows.

The hallway stretched out before me. The kitchen suddenly seemed so far away. With trepidation, I moved forward as if in slow motion, each shaky leg wobbling in front of the other.

And as the morning yawned itself awake, the dancing shadows disappeared. I made it! I made it to the kitchen. And now, with slivers of sunlight peaking through the drapes, the kitchen was empty. Nothing was there. The spirit, whoever or whatever it might have been, departed with the night. I went to bed and fell asleep.

During breakfast with my sister and my daughter only hours later, I related from the night before what I thought must have been a horrible nightmare. But just before I finished, I asked my daughter one question: Did you tell me anything about the kitchen last night?

"Yeah," she said as she cocked her head to the side, remembering. "I told you not to go in there."

Dream of Dead Grandpa Hanging In The Shower

You can already tell by the title that this dream definitely falls into the weird category.

I will tell the dream in first person as if it happened to me. Here is the dream as related to me:

My mom told me I had to take a shower. I protested because my grandfather (her dad) was hanging naked in the shower – dead.

Mom told me, "It's OK. He's dead. Now take your shower."

It was really creepy. I didn't want to get undressed in front of him, even if he was dead, and I certainly didn't want to take a shower with him hanging there in front of me.

But mom convinced me that it would be fine, so I started to get ready to take a shower. And then I saw his head move. That's when I woke up.

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OK, this dream falls into the category of WHAT? I mean, how could anybody possibly interpret this dream? Really! I wonder if even Gayle Delaney would be able to figure this one out. And she's an expert in dream analysis.

So I'm asking you, the reader, for your analysis. What do you think this dream means? Maybe somebody out there has a dream dictionary that explains what a dead grandfather hanging in the shower means.

Your Weird Dreams Inaugural Blog

Welcome to the first edition of Your Weird Dreams. I don't know why I didn't start this blog a long time ago. I have always been fascinated with dreams and curious about the role they play in our lives.

I've read dream analysis books and dream symbol books, but no book I've ever read has explained the process of dream analysis better than Gayle Delaney's book, Living Your Dreams. I discuss her methods of dream analysis in my article, Interpreting Your Dreams – Dream Interpretation. Once you read how she dissects dreams, you'll be fascinated with learning about how to interpret your own.

Please click Interpreting Your Dreams – Dream Interpretation and learn how you can use YOUR personal dream symbols to analyze your dreams based upon Gayle Delaney's methods. After reading the article, you may decide you'll want to buy the book.

 Delaney admits that while some symbols are universal, oftentimes, especially in dreams, symbols can be personal. By applying Delaney's methods you can discover your own symbolism, once you realize what they are, to analyze your dreams.

You will be amazed at how easy it is to understand your dreams using her methods. To get you started, I've included a link to Gayle Delaney's book above.

Dreams are sometimes so mysterious, analyzing them can be difficult. But once in a while the dreams are so clearly understandable, it takes no book (and no genius) to figure them out. Here is an example of a dream that even a novice dream interpreter could figure out:

When I was a young mother, I raised my oldest daughter alone. Keeley was a rambunctious little girl who was feisty, intelligent, boisterous, loud, and VERY curious. She talked sometimes without breathing, she rarely slept, and I couldn't keep up with her. She always had a lot to say, and she wasn't comfortable unless every available sound wave included her voice. Occasionally I needed a break from the incessant chatter.

Now that you have the background...

(have to interrupt for a second – Keeley, if you're reading this, I have always loved you dearly. Now back to the blog...)

...you might be able to figure out the meaning of my dream.

I was visiting a friend and noticed a katydid attempting to get inside her apartment. As I always did back then, I grabbed a bug spray can to get rid of the pest, but the katydid kept coming at me and coming at me.

Deciding that I might be able to get the bug outside by holding the spray can in the direction of the door, I sprayed and sprayed and sprayed and sprayed. The bug finally backed off and went out of the door. I slammed the door shut and breathed a sigh of relief, but then noticed an opening at the bottom of the door. Somehow a chunk of the door had broken off.

The katydid reached in with one of its legs. I grabbed the spray can again and completely drenched the insect. The katydid's feet suddenly became human feet, though, and when I opened the door, I saw Keeley drenched in bug spray.

When I awoke from that dream, I sobbed so hard I couldn't breathe. Because even in my own interpretation I could see that I was viewing my oldest daughter as a "pest" who was "bugging" me. What bothered me and what caused me to sob so uncontrollably was that I was trying to get rid of her in my dream.

What happened as a result of that dream and the impact it had on me, was that I started paying more attention to the chatter and less attention to how it was bothering me. I was fortunate that I was able to learn from my dream, because in this case my dream helped me realize a behavior I wanted to change.

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Over the next couple of weeks, I will be explaining more unusual dreams, but before I delve into dreams I want to introduce to you, I would like to ask you to tell me about your weird, unusual, or strange dreams. Just send your weird dreams to WeirdDreams@mail.com – they may be edited for a variety of reasons, but the gist of the dream will remain intact.