Hmmmm kind of a toughie.
The first dream that I can remember was kind of an FA I guess… without the dreaming first part. I dreamt that I woke up in my bed, which was facing the door. My door was always kept open so that I could sream for my mom when I was little.
Anyways, I looked through my door to see my dad, in kind of a glowy, really literally “ghost” image. He was walking towards me and I said “Dad?” but he didn’t answer. I kept calling him but I kept walking (without moving, by the way). I got really, really scared, and then a witch-like lady swung down from over the top of my bunk bed and yelled “Want some soup??” I woke up in a tizzy and now I keep my door closed no matter what. It’s kinda funny.