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In our old house, both my husband and I had similar dreams of unseen evil. His happened a couple of times when he'd fall asleep on the couch, mine happened a couple of times after a long night at work.
Something invisible and very evil was either coming up or going down the stairs depending on where we were sleeping.
With both of us, we could not move in the dream. You could feel that something was coming, but there was nothing you could do about it and there was nothing there to see.
I've had dreams like that before, but he hadn't. It's still strange to know with out a doubt that I've felt pure evil in my dreams, but not ever in 'real life'.
I'm still not sure what to make of it. I miss that house sometimes, but I sure don't miss that dream - haven't had it since we moved, for whatever that's worth. There are factors in our lives, including his Crohn's disease, that could be part of the dream thing, but I'd had those dreams before I met him. I can remember two dreams when I was very young, one of them when I was five or maybe a little younger - that one I feel out of bed (we moved from that house that same year, so I know for sure how old I was), two (for sure) at my grandparent's house before I was 10, a large number of them in my teens, and then in the old house (not old as in age, just old as in 'we don't live there anymore' old).
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