I want to preface this with saying that I have never been a huge believer in the paranormal and never put much stock into dreams; however, after reading through countless stories of unexplainable and downright strange events on this sub, I figured I would share my own story.

At the time, I lived in a small mobile home with my parents and younger sister. I shared a room with my sister and even shared a bunkbed with her a one point. This specific recurrence of the dream takes place in early-to-late 2009. It always happened the same. I would wake up (or so I thought) in my bed and climb down the ladder to get a drink of water. Except, the door to the bedroom would ALWAYS be locked from the outside. This was strange because the doors to the bedroom COULD NOT lock at all, let alone from the outside.

It was always pitch black in these dreams (think like can't see your own hand five inches from your face levels of dark). This was also strange as my sister was TERRIFIED of the dark and had a nightlight near her bed that lit up most of the floor surrounding it and enough light to see the door dimly. Anyway, sidetracking aside, the point is the room was DARK. After trying the door, I would hear behind me every single time "It's locked, you're not getting out that way." followed by a string of numbers that too many years have passed for me to remember.

Aside from the strange nature of having them recur over a period of roughly 5 months, an additional strange aspect was that I would consistently wake up at the opposite end of the bed with my shirt inside out. Now, I will be the first to say that I am not a chill sleeper. I roll constantly and still wake up in different positions to this day, but I have never again woken up with my shirt inside out.

I never did figure out why I was having these dreams, nightmares really. I don't remember much from that time period, but for some reason this has always stuck with me. The only thing I will say that sticks out to me regarding this incident is that I still feel weird being alone in that house. We moved well over a decade ago, and I have long since outgrown my fear of the dark, but I cannot stand being alone in that house at night. I do have stories about that from recently, but those are for another time.