I was around 6 or 7 yeras old when these dreams began. I'm 37 now. Anyone interpreting dreams should have a blast with one..
It takes place in the house I grew up. So I'm walking out of my room, lights are off and the hallway lights are off, the only lights that are on are the ones straight ahead in the livingroom and i see my parents on the couch watching tv. As I walk down the hall just as I was about to reach the living room, something grabs my ankles, pulls my feet from under me and i fall face first to the floor
It then drags me back to my pitch dark room and sits me in a chair..and what feels like warm oatmeal is poured on me. Whats strange is that i know whats about to happen while im in my dream. I know that as im walking that im about to be pulled back to my room. And im not fighting it. Im kinda like "ok this is going to happen and i cant stop it" .My dream ends there. I have had this dream over and over for years, at random. Sometimes even during the day when taking a nap. I would have it two nights in a row and sometimes weeks or months apart. About 5 years ago, I had the same dream , but for some reason when I got pulled down to the ground I looked at my hands and i had what looked like those little pods that are attached to seaweed that wash up on beaches in my hands, one in each hand. I was about to get pulled back into the dark room but as I was looking at the pods I squeezed them as hard as I could and they popped. Whatever it was that was grabbing my ankles about to pull me back had let go of me ..i got up and walked into the livingroom. That was the last time I ever had that dream. Our of all the hundreds of times I've had that dream, the pods were only in the last one. After that one till this day the dreams have not come back.