I know this post is long, but I am begging you guys for your help.

A few years ago, my grandparents died. These people raised me from age five, and were the only people in my life that truly treated me right, with no alterior motive.

After they died, I would dream about them. My dreams made it easier to cope with their deaths, as they would come visit me in my dreams, and I could see them again. It made me feel better when I woke up, knowing that there was a chance that they were still with me somehow.

As time went on, these dreams turned sour. Now, they terrify me, and I am seriously in distress. I cannot continue having these dreams. They are seriously messing with my head. I have to know what they are trying to tell me.

A little background: A few years ago, I was diagnosed as being very much insane. I am okay now, but in my latest dreams about this, I see my grandparents, and I know that they are dead. Therefore, in my dreams, I believe that I have gone insane again. This is the scariest feeling I've ever felt.. To think that I have lost my mind again.

I have built up the nerve to write these out for you guys for a long time. This is personal stuff.. but I have reached a point where I have to. I have to stop these!

Please help me!

I have had literally dozens and dozens of these dreams. Always non-lucid. Each one is every bit as disturbing as the ones here. I have had about two to three of these every week. The ones here are just the ones that I ended up writing down afterward.

Dream #1
I am there again, and they are there. My father is there as well. I was just beginning to realize that they were dead, so I asked my father. ‘Are my grandparents dead?’
He grinned. ‘Everyone here is dead. Here. I will show you.’ He briskly walked over, and began repeatedly beating my grandmother over the head with a board. As her limp body hit the floor, I woke up.

Dream #2
I finally built up the nerve to ask one of them, so I found my grandmother in the living room, and I asked, ‘Is it really you, that is in my dreams, grandmother, or am I just dreaming ABOUT you?’ She looked at me with an evil in her eyes like I have never seen before. She grinned evilly, and as I watched, her grin formed a laugh, and she cracked up at me, as I cried.

Dream #3
I am there again. My grandmother is alive and well, but my grandfather had died. I asked grandmother about it, and she says that even though he’s dead, he still wanders between the house and the pond out in the woods. I went to check on him. He wore ragged, torn, and dirty clothes, and drooled everywhere. He stumbled toward the house. He was your typical zombie. When he reached the front door grandmother warned me. ‘Make sure you don’t let him in the house.’ As I woke up, he was eating a dead animal.

Dream #4
This was when I began to realize that I should not be seeing my grandparents alive. I knew they were dead, and that they shouldn’t be there. I lived in the old house, and I was 22 years old. I handled the expenses, and paid the bills. My grandparents did not live, so they did not have the ability to do these things, but they gave me advice, and helped me with issues that I faced. But when company came, I had to hide my grandparents, and pretend I did not see them. I knew that they weren’t supposed to be there. I was scared that someone might find out that I was actually seeing my grandparents walking around. It occurred to me that perhaps I had gone insane again.
Then, it was dark. I could not see anything. The house kept changing, and falling apart. I would turn on lights, but they could not cut through the darkness. Like the lamps were on full brightness, but the light only stretched out a few inches before the darkness took them over.
In the living room the ceiling had caved in, and the hole that was left over opened up to an infinite dark abyss. The boards and rafters were jagged and resembled teeth, like the ceiling was about to eat me.
I ran, afraid of everything, to my room. The floorplan had changed, but I finally found it, and tried to shut the door, but the door did not fit the doorframe any longer. By the time this dream ended, I was terrified.

Dream #5
I am there again. My grandparents are there, and we live on the fourth floor of the house. My house really only has three stories, but in my dream it has four. It is in a beautiful condition, and I live a quite happy life.
My sister’s boyfriend lives on the third floor. My sister lives on the second floor, and my father lives on the first floor. These are the three main people that have lived on my bottom floor at one time or another in my life. In my dream they are all living there at the same time, on different floors.
Since they live on these floors, I don’t go onto these floors at all. I only stay on the fourth floor, and the hallway that leads downstairs and out the front door.
Lately, grandfather and I have been going to his friend’s house to borrow Christmas ornaments. ?? In the dream we take a trip there. I drive there. I always drive. And grandfather sits in the passenger seat. When we arrive he gets out, and walks toward the front door of this house, but I don’t actually see him go inside, because I am getting my seat belt off. I walked up to the front door, and rang the doorbell. Soon, the door opens and grandfather walks out of the house, carrying a box of Christmas ornaments. He leaves the door open, and I wait by the door. As I stand I hear something. Very, very faintly, in the back of my mind I hear someone say, ‘May I help you?’ Suddenly I know that something is wrong, so I stand and stare at the open, vacant doorway. Then, the door closes by itself. Now I know something strange is going on, but I haven’t figured it out yet.
Momentarily, the door opens by again, by itself, and I hear the voice again. The voice of a lady just barely, and faintly echoes in the back of my mind. She says, ‘I don't know you. Please leave. You’re starting to scare me.’ And then the door closes by itself.
I return to the car, and see grandfather sitting in the passenger seat. I drive back home in silence…
When I get there, my consciousness flies out of my body. I see the scene from an aerial view now. Now I am seeing things as they really are. I see myself get out of the car alone. I watch as sloth walks up to the remains of what used to be the house. There is nothing left but the front door, and the top floor. The bottom floors are completely gone. Most of the house is burned, or rotted away. There is no ceiling. There are few walls. The fourth floor is supported by small beams, and the remains of the bottom floors. It begs to fall over. sloth smiles, and helps grandfather out of the car, though grandfather is not really there. As I watch myself, sloth laughs and talks to grandfather as he almost skips up to the front door. sloth unlocks the door, even though there are holes in the walls surrounding the door that are so big one could walk right through them. He strolls into the house, and walks up the staircase. I watch myself run up the staircase, and I see a step break off, but sloth doesn’t notice. He runs back and forth on the top floor, laughing. The hallway he runs across has no walls, and no supports underneath. Nothing is keeping him from stepping in the wrong place and falling four floors to the ground, but somehow this doesn’t happen. As I watch, sloth ignorantly strolls around the remains of what used to be my house, and laughs, and plays, and lives a perfectly happy life. As the dream comes to an end, I am eating a bowl of soup. It is raining, and with no ceiling over me, the rain is watering down my soup, but I don’t notice. I smile, as I pass the pepper across the table, to no one at all.

Dream #6 (Last night)
I am in the car with them. We are talking and laughing. We are having a good time, but then I look at my grandmother. Suddenly the vision of my grandmother dying on her hospital bed flashes into my head. Suddenly, I remembered the last time I saw her. Blood all over her, dripping to the floor. Her rib cage jutting out from her side. Her skull was dented in. Her face was so bruised and swolen, she looked like a fat African American man. I saw her in my head, exactly the way I had seen her in real life… and I suddenly remember that she is dead.
I decide to test her. ‘Grandmother, what happened 7 years ago? Do you remember?’
She looks up at me ignorantly.
‘You don’t know, do you?’ and I turned to my grandfather. ‘What happened to you the same year!?’ and he is clueless as well.
‘You died!’ I shout angrily. ‘Who are you two!?’ because they couldn’t have been my grandparents. ‘And where are we!?’
‘We are dead. So are you. We are in the cemetery. It was a nuclear bomb, sloth. It went off and killed everyone in town. We are all dead.’

-scared sloth