The first thing I’m going to tell is a dream I had when I was a kid.
I had this dream almost every night as far back as I can remember, 
and ’till I was about 8 or 9. The dream takes place in an old wooded 
house or cottage out in the woods. The light is really red, like it’s warm 
or something. In this cottage there lives a woman who is pregnant, looks 
like the last trimester. She lives alone as far as I can remember. In the
dream she goes to bed as normal, but when she wakes up her baby is gone,
cut out of her stomach. By this point I am the lady. I look around, cry,
and all of a sudden, what feels like a bloody finger, is poking my back,
always at the same place. This makes me wake up, look around the room, no
one there. Even though I’m wide awake at this point, I can still feel where
the finger poked me. What I really think is weird about this dream is how a
2-3 year old could have know that it actually is possible to cut a baby out
of a stomach. No one in our family has had a baby with cesarean. I also find
it weird that I dreamt it over and over again. During the same period as the
dream I would often wake up and see someone in my door. I always slept with
the door open, I was afraid of the dark so it was to get some light in to my
room. I usually saw a boy or a man justleaning to the frame of the door. I also
often has this feeling like someone is watching me. You know that feeling you
get in your back. That uncomfortable feeling. This usually happens when I walk
up the stair to the second floor of my parents house. I sometimes run up the stairs,
and into my room, shut the door as fast as I can. May be childish, but I feel like I
have to. The other thing started happening just a few years ago. Maybe when I was 13,
I am now 21. When I was home alone I was usually in my room, which is on the second
floor. All the lights downstairs were off. If I went down to make some food or get
something, I would not go into to the living room turning the lights on, justwouldn’t
dare to. I was, and still am, sure there will be someone in the sofa. Someone who
isn’t really there. If I have been out, and I’m the first one home, I can turn the
lights on in the living room if it is the first thing I do. It’s only freaky when
it’s dark outside though. At first I thought I was justbeing paranoid, been watching
one too many horror movies, but I confronted my mom with it, told her how I felt.
She said that she felt the exact same thing. She would not turn on the lights ’
cause she was sure there would sit someone in the sofa. After a while she said
that she wasn’t really scared anymore, the only “people” who could be in the sofa
was her grandparents, and they were the nicest people in the world. It’s my mothers
grandparents who built the house, and we bought it after they died. I don’t
really know what to think, it freaks me out. What do you guys think? Is it justan
over-eager- imagination, if I could call it that, or is it really something???