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The Llewellyn Journal

Our Dream House

This article was written by Sylvia A. Montemayor
posted under Dreams

In 1987 my family moved into a new house, in a new subdivision in an area which was just barely starting to be developed. Locally it is known as the Mines Road Area. The area had been farmland, and it was also used for mining.

The home which we moved into was newly built on what used to be an onion field. We were still in the process of moving in and getting settled when little things started to grab our attention. (“Our” meaning my sisters and I; my father has always been skeptical about anything supernatural and my mother, while she does not doubt us, has never felt or experienced anything strange with the house.) We started to feel like we were being watched, or we would get an eerie feeling in one room or another. To this day one of my sisters refuses to sleep in a certain room of the house.

I’m not clairvoyant; I don’t see ghosts, but I have dreamed about them. I recall one dream soon after we moved into the house. I was asleep in my room and as I dreamed I saw a man come through my bedroom door. He stared at me as I slept, and he seemed very enraged at me for being there. I gathered my sisters together and told them about my dream.

I also told my aunt, who is clairvoyant, and she confirmed what was happening. She had already seen the ghosts, but did not want to alarm us so she said nothing. However, things began to get out of control. We were never physically attacked, but the strange noises increased, shadows were seen with more frequency, and our uneasiness began to escalate. We couldn’t sleep at night. We were all having strange dreams.

My father, who never saw or felt a thing, would brush it aside. My mother, though, started to worry, despite the fact that she had not experienced anything. She was deeply concerned for us. She talked to her sister (my clairvoyant aunt), with whose help we managed to exorcise the ghosts from within the house.

According to my aunt, our experiences, and my dreams, we estimate that between four and six ghosts were present in the house. We still have one or two, but they are not causing any harm. (I suspect there are two only because of a gut feeling.) My aunt has mentioned the spirit of a little boy, who can still be felt as a cold spot or a sudden burst of physical energy in the living room. The man who stared at me so horribly in my dream, according to my aunt, was a malevolent spirit which caused all the others to remain earthbound. This particular spirit is still here, but he is not inside the house. At times we can still feel this dread as we are approaching or leaving the house, or sitting outdoors.

Something else remained with me. Prior to our move, my weird dreams were simply that-weird dreams. Now, I have to stop and think about my dreams because some feel as if they have a hidden meaning that I must decipher.

Back around 1990, I had a dream about entering a huge, castle-like home, and wandering through its halls and secret passages. In the dream I was going through each room-some of which seemed to have doors which lead nowhere and others with no visible doors. As I went through the castle I had a feeling of total despair and sadness.

In the dream, I had this really strong feeling of a woman in the house. How could she live here? I thought. How did she escape? All the while, I could hear her crying. I had the impression of a tyrannical husband. I finally made it to the foyer of the house, which has a huge entryway and as I tried to get out I realized that I couldn’t. In my dreaming mind, I thought: How sad to be surrounded by doors and still have no way out.

Finally I made it to a room. In my dreaming mind I felt this was her room, but the room was empty and something did not feel right to me. I looked up, and I saw a hideaway staircase. I pulled on the rope and the stairs came down. I climbed up and saw this amazing room. All the candles were lit in the room-which is strange because no one had been there in ages. I felt sadness and despair the most in this room. I looked around, and saw a closet door. In my dreaming mind I started to feel that this is how she got out. I opened the door, but it was only a closet. I closed the door, and I heard a noise from behind it. As I opened it again, I saw that some of the paneling from the far wall had fallen. I lifted the plank, which revealed a shaft and I thought: She must have starved herself to fit in here.

I awoke knowing that this dream was significant. Through the years I continued to have dreams of this house. The dreams were never as detailed as that first one-with the exception of the one I had about two months ago. I dreamed again of the house, and again felt that same despair and sadness. In this dream, however, I saw myself terrified, cornered, alone, and praying.

I told my aunt about it, the same aunt who helped us with the ghosts at the house. Before I could tell her all my dream she started to describe it to me-including sections of the dream which I had forgotten, including the husband. She told me that what I was describing was a castle in Ireland called Fiefhy Castle. The husband accused his wife of being unfaithful and imprisoned her within the walls of the castle where she starved to death.

Why am I dreaming this? Does anyone have any information on this castle? I have searched the Internet, and most resources available to me at present, but I have found nothing. There was a haunted castle in Fife, Scotland, but the story of its haunting does not tie in with my dream in appearance or otherwise.

My first thought was of past-life experience-which, if true, would account for my present karmic experiences where love is concerned. I cheated on my husband in a previous life. Yes, I believe I did, but it was because he was a tyrannical monster. If anyone has any ideas about this dream, please write c/o FATE.
-Sylvia A. Montemayor, Laredo, Tex.


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