About a week ago, I had a dream where I was in my living room when I saw the painting of my great-great-great grandfather change. In the original picture, he has a pretty stern face. In the dream, he suddenly smiled and another, non-existent painting of a little kid appeared beneath. I started freaking out to the point where I said: Stop! Just stop! I realized it was a dream, so I stopped the nightmarish part right away. The dream ended soon after, though. This might seem interesting on it's own, but the fact is that the picture in real life did really scare me when I was little. I had nightmares about it all the time. I always (even to this day) have an unnerving feeling when I look at the painting, As if the man in the painting is always watching me or something. My older brother even supposedly started talking to it when he was a kid. It's all really strange.