These 30 Pandas Share Their Stories About When They Seriously Questioned Whether They Were Dreaming Or Not

I was like 7 or something. I dreamt that I was in an empty room and an unknown woman comes to me, I never saw her in reality. The next day, I found my grandma cleaning a photo. The person I dreamt about was my long-dead aunt (father's sister).

I had a miscarriage. It was a dream, but it sure didn't feel like one. Spent the whole day mourning my nonexistent baby.

When my grandparents got a munchkin cat! He was so small I didn’t even think it was medically possible. He is my profile pic if you wanna see him.

When the love of my teenage life asked me to be his girlfriend! :)

For a few months, I lived in a house that was plagued by paranormal activity. For example, one day I saw a lamp swiped off the top of a dresser and smashed into bits on the floor. The lamp just didn't fall off the edge, it was swiped off and thrown down with force. The floor was carpeted, so if it had just fallen it might have cracked, but not broken into bits. Anyway, on to the "dreaming" part.

I woke up one night sensing a heavy presence in a dressing area just off the main bedroom. I had a "freeze" reaction where I could not move.

The presence moved into the room and "sat" on the corner of the bed--I felt the mattress compress under its weight. My feeling was that it was a dense ball of energy that had it not been employing some means of supporting itself would have instantaneously sank to the center of the earth.

That's when I woke up and spun myself out of bed, throwing myself against the opposite wall. My arms were spread out like a cross as this dark ball of energy hovered on the bed. I looked down and my feet were a good six inches off the floor.

I started reciting, "In the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit" as I was held suspended--hey, I'm not a religious person, but I figured if it worked in horror movies...! Gradually, I began sinking down until my feet finally touched the floor.

The next thing I knew, it was morning and I woke up in bed with no doubt in my mind that it had all actually happened. The only clue that it was a dream was that I had only recently moved into the house and there were still a couple of boxes I hadn't unpacked on the floor. In the "dream," those boxes weren't there.

I have a vivid memory to this day of my dad letting the dogs off the leash and letting them run away. I was even mad at him for it for years. My dad and my mom said it never happened. Still feels real to me.

For months, I ordered tiny decorations for our home wedding celebration. I’m up all night and sleep all day (as an artist, easier to focus at night but I’ve done that since I was 7 years old).

The doorbell would ring several times a day, waking me up and I’d have to run down the stairs to get the parcels.

There were simply dozens of times when I would hear the doorbell, as usual, put clothes on, and run down to get the parcels only to discover the doorbell sound was just in my mind. I had literally trained my brain to imagine it and wake up to that somehow expectantly.. even when it wasn’t happening, at least several times a week.

It was 2-3 terribly exhausting months!

Working, for months I was doing nothing but walkthrough metal detectors. I dreamt I was directing people through them. When I got cold, I remember thinking "I'm out of uniform." Very out of uniform, I was naked. I started to freak out because I thought I went to work naked, took a minute for reality to come back. I'd sat up in bed and thought my doorway was the metal detector, I really was cold and naked.

I went to the movie theater when I was little with my dad and grandma and we watched toy story. Neither of them remember it, and the memories I have sort of feel like dreams, but at the same time, it felt really real.

Another time I sat up in bed in my dark room and it looked like there were long strands of those plastic parade beads hanging from the ceiling. Blue, green and purple ones.

Again, it felt really real. Could have been a dream, or my eyes playing tricks on me. Still don’t know.

In this story, it was a dream I had. In the dream, I went to a rock climbing competition. I’ve never actually participated in one but it seemed so real. Anyways, I chalk up, and do my usual pre-climb routine, normal stuff. This specific event was bouldering, so I did not have my harness. I remember reaching the top, then falling. It felt real as I went down to the ground. I wake up from a dream in a hospital. Now I all think it was real, but turns out I just woke up from my operation and went back to sleep because it was 6 in the morning.