My Paranormal Experiences

 Most all my life, I had strange nightmares, and dreams, which has always been part of life. In which my nightmares, had become so real, that its no wonder, makes me confused reality. You can always tell, if your dreaming or not, by looking at a clock, if it says the right time, then your not dreaming, and vise versa. In so much, that I often wake up wondering where the dream ends and reality begins. Last night was no exception, as I found myself in a place that resembled Zak Bagans' Haunted Museum. It's a destination I've been eager to visit in real life, but somehow, my subconscious took me there first. The Nightmare Begins In the dream, the museum loomed before me, its eerie façade shrouded in an ominous glow. I remember stepping inside, my footsteps echoing against the wooden floors. Every room was filled with relics and artifacts that seemed to hum with unseen energy. There was an oppressive heaviness in the air, as though the objects themselves were watching me. I wan...