ToxicB
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I had this dream when I was about 2 or 3.

I was walking down a pier which had an old wooden building next to it, to my left there were skeletons being hung from a chain connected to a log and a wooden wall to my right. As I rounded the corner there were a pack of dead people who were standing there mumbling looking down at the ground, I thought that they were normal people, I took a step towards them and the wood creaked loudly, they all instantly looked up and screeched and growled, they ran towards me screaming words but I couldn't register what they were saying. After they were about three or four metres away from me the skeletons came to life and jumped down next to me holding swords and killing the undead, one of the skeletons picked me up, I screamed at the top of my lungs saying "let me go!" The skeleton covered my mouth and jumped onto a row boat and paddled away from the peir. The undead screamed and yelled then jumped in the water after killing the skeletons. The skeleton that was in the boat pulled out a really old pistol (like the ones they use in pirates of the carrabean) and shot them all. Then we reached a tiny sand island with a palm tree and then I woke up from the dream.

My mum has only recently said that this dream was my nightmare every night for about 2 years or something, she had to keep getting up at 3am every morning so I wouldn't wake up crying and screaming, but then I kept on having the nightmare earlier around midnight. My poor mum haha.

This dream I had was a few months ago and I still remember it clear as a bell.

I was walking into this abandoned house with my mum and aunty, we apparently bought the house and this was where we were going to live from now on.
Somehow my aunty teleported somewhere via her flip cellphone and my mum went out to go shopping. I remember thinking 'this isn't right, it a dream isn't it?' And instantly forgot the thought
So I went to explore the old house and found a spare room I walked into the old room, there was an old be in the middle with large boxes leaning against the back wall (which was to my left) and standing o the others side of the bed was a bald man, I took a step back thinking this man isn't good, he looked at me and smile with razor sharp teeth and white eyes which rolled into black. He then launched himself over the bed, dug his nails into my neck and snapped it effortlessly.

I had this dream for a few night and it kept on repeating though the night, I wasn't able to dream about anything, it was always that dream...