Just an FYI that is not a satanic cross it's a pentagram with a circle around it. A "penticle" Actually a wiccan sign of protection. Sometimes inverted with the top point down instead is borrowed by people believing it is satanic. Usually meant as a symbol of a satanic rams head the bottom point is it's nose the two top points it's horns. Somehow they overlaid a rams head on an upside down pentagram and called it satanic. >I dream every single time I sleep. I've read shit online that says you can only dream once you have reached RAM or some bullshit like that. Apparently you can only dream after you've been asleep for 45 minutes or so. Allegedly, this has been scientifically proven and monitored. I can personally tell you this is straight up bullshit.

I started testing myself a while ago. I set alarms for 5 am, 6 am, 7 am, 8 am, and so on until about 11. I was able to wake up and record my dreams every single time I sleep. So how's that for scientifically proven?

I haven't always been like this, or at least I don't think I have. But what I can admit is that I have always had very, very vivid dreams.

When I was younger, I used to have the worst nightmares. I used to sleep with my mother until I was 11 or 12 years old simply because I was petrified of what I would see every night. There were a couple times that I felt like my dreams followed me to reality. I used to wake up in the dark on my couch downstairs and immediately spring up to my mother's room. My mother and father have always slept in separate rooms.

Anyways, my mother had a stroke about 4 years ago and it basically completely paralyzed the right side of her body. She'll likely never get her speech or her ability to walk back. It sucks, but it is what it is.

So now I live in the city. I live in an old ass house in Boston. When we moved in, the prior tenants were still moving out. They were weird. And I don't mean they played video games or loved anime or any shit like that. They were just off. Pink spiked hair and crazy names and shit. They gave me weird vibes. And the last girl left moving out was the girl who lived in my room. I'm a decent looking dude; not that I have a lot of self confidence - because I don't at all, but this girl was giving me the eyes all day. But something was off, I could never put my finger on it.

But these fucking kids left a satanic cross on my basement floor. You know, that circle with the crazy star in the middle of it. Except what it looks like they did was they duck taped it to the old cement floor, soaked it in gasoline, and set the bitch on fire. We tried to peel the tape and it wouldn't fucking come up. We soaked that shit in bleach and left it overnight, grabbed a hammer and a scraper, and went to town - no luck.

So now I live in a house with a satanic cross permanently engraved in my basement floor. Fantastic.

I'm not super religious or anything, and I never truly believed in ghosts, but this shit gave me the heebie jeebies.

So since I moved in, I keep thinking I'm hearing things. Now, we live in a duplex and there are 11 kids on the other side, so they can probably account for my experiences, but this shit has been weirding me the fuck out.

I forgot to mention I live in on the first floor, in the closest bedroom to the door to the basement.

There have been two major instances:

First: I swear to god I heard footsteps come up from the basement, come to the door of my room, and walk up to the side of my bed. I was scared shitless, I couldn't make this shit up. I'm a fucking stoner and I drink a lot, but I swear to god I heard the footsteps come all the way up from the basement to the side of my bed, then retreat back downstairs. I never looked, and nothing happened to me, but I swear to god this shit happened.

Second: This was after the first instance. I heard the footsteps for the second time in a week. I heard them come up the basement staris and come to the door of my bedroom, where they stopped. This time, I was going to face my fears. I got out of bed and slowly opened my door….

"Go to sleep" I heard - in what sounded like what I can only describe as a screaming whisper. Like when someone sucks at whispering, or is making a joke - it was like someone was screaming at me but it came out all drowned out and quiet. The footsteps then took off in the other direction and I nose dived into my bed. This shit fucking blew my mind and I swear to god I had never been so scared in my life….

Okay, so here we go…..

5 days ago, I had my first lucid dream. I can't remember exactly where I was, but I remember that my mother was standing in front of me and holding a conversation with me. Suddenly something clicked.

I said "Ma, you had a stroke. You can't talk. What is going on?"

I remember when I said this, my mother's facial expression changed completely. She went from holding a kind smile to having absolutely no emotion at all. Dead eyes like you read about. She stared at me for what I'd say was two seconds, with absolutely no facial expression. Out of no where, she took off running in the opposite direction. That shit scared the fucking shit out of me, and I woke up immediately. I remember thinking that that definitely wasn't my mother in my dream.

The next night, the same exact dream. I'm talking to my mother and again, something clicked and I mentioned she had a stroke. Again, she takes off running and I wake up.

Then finally, 3 days ago, I finally fall asleep at like 3 am. I VIVIDLY remember this dream.

First thing I remember is I'm laying in my bed in Boston. I look up, and my mother is standing against the far wall of my bedroom staring straight at me. I again said the same thing "Ma, are you okay? How are you standing like that?" -She doesn't say a fucking word. She just fucking stares at me.
"Ma?" She takes one step toward me and I wake up.

Now it's 5 o clock in the morning and I am bugging out.

Not sure exactly what time, but eventually I fall back asleep.

Guess what I dream about?

Except this time my mother isn't against the wall. She is standing at the foot of my bed. No fucking expression on her face at all. Staring directly at me. I say the same thing I said in all of my other "Lucid" dreams.

"Ma?"

This time her facial expression changes. She slowly cracks the most eerie smile you can imagine. She never breaks eye contact. A few seconds later she is still at the foot of my bed with a gaping smile on her face, staring me dead in the eyes.

Out of nowhere, she screams and looks straight up in the air. And when I say she screams, I don't mean she yelled like a normal person or even like a woman typically would when she was scared. She fucking screeched and sounded like a fucking fishercat. Ever heard a fishercat yell in the middle of the night? Google it.

So I fucking wake up again, this time its the morning, about 7:30. Instantly I fall into a mini panic attack and am fucking sweating everywhere.

This was three days ago. I haven't slept since.

I'm writing this from the same place in which my "lucid dream" had occurred the previous two times I had fallen asleep. Laying in my bed with my laptop on my stomach. Eyes barely open, petrified to fall asleep, and fighting to stay awake.

I can't take another dream like this, I'm writing this just to fight off sleep. I'm not sure that it's working. I just really wish it could be anyone but my own mother that had been giving me these ajjdjjdddddddddd