In this story I'm going tell you one of my many real life experiences. I was about 16 when this event occurred and I'll never be able to explain how this happened, or exactly what it was that I experienced. I remember falling asleep in my blue waterbed the night this occurred. That being said, let me began.
I woke up, but it wasn't my bed that I was in, it was someone else's. As I sat there confused, I also realized I wasn't in my own house either. The bed's sheets and comforter were white with purple flowers. The room was tan. There was a window to my right that was open and the plain white curtains were blowing softly as the daylight came through. The bed was located in the left corner of the room touching the wall.
I just laid there confused, I was still very tired so I closed my eyes for a moment or two. When I opened my eyes I was surrounded by five dead babies that were all facing me. They were very grey, and rotted looking. They stared at me with very dark soulless eyes, they had a cloth diaper and couldn't have been over the age of one. I felt complete terror in that moment; I could not move a single muscle in my body, or make any type of emotion. It felt like the dead infants were there for hours.
Suddenly they disappeared, and the day became night in the blink of an eye. I remember finally getting up out of the bed and walking through the house. I could feel the physicality of everything I did, and I was very observant. I remember feeling like the house was very sad and lonely, like I was there to help somehow. I walked outside of the house and looked at the front of it. I couldn't put it together in the dream but it looked very familiar.
Suddenly I woke up again, but this time in my own bed and in my own house. The dream was still very vivid in my mind, and that's when I remembered why the house looked familiar. A few weeks earlier I had dropped off my friend's 13-year-old brother's friend at his home, but I never went inside. The house was the exact house I had seen in my dream on the outside. This was something that I had to tell him about.
The next day he was at my friends house, so I told him I had a dream that I was in his house. When I first told him this, he was laughing and denying it. Until I started explaining his entire house in detail to him. I told him about the room I woke up in, everything that was in it, how many stairs he had on his staircase and everything I had seen in exact detail. He looked completely shocked; he knew I had never been in his house before. He started crying and explained to me that his mom has been experiencing similar things. Apparently it was his mom's room that I had woke up in.
The backyard to their house had a very small yard and then nothing but woods. He told me that he and his mom had walked deep into the woods once and found a children's cemetery from the late 1800's, and the graves were all for babies.
I'd really appreciate any comments/feedback/explanations anyone might have for this. Thank you for reading, please tell me what you think (: