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Screaming winds and a Hanging Man

I've been wondering whether to post this somewhere or not but it was so strange that I did want to share it.  In the end I judged that it might quite fit on my own community about the paranormal.

A few nights ago I had this really strange dream... in fact I suppose one could class it as a nightmare, although it wasn't really frightening until I woke up and started thinking about it.  Anyway I was visiting someone in a house which was set out like a country cottage.  I have no idea who the person was.  She told me that strange things happened there sometimes, almost like the place was haunted.  She was about to tell me what the things were, when suddenly it got very windy.  We ended up sat - or rather huddled - together on an armchair whilst the wind got stronger and stronger and started to howl.  Then the wind itself started to scream, but it was a really high pitched shrieking type of scream.  The room where I was in the dream went very dark, and even with my ears covered I could hear the screaming.  There was also a kind of blue light, which seemed to follow the path of the wind - in other words, one could see the wind because of the light.  Then, it just stopped.

The person who was with me looked quite bothered about it all, but also like she was used to it.  I then inquired as to whether or not that kind of thing happens a lot.  She said "quite often, yes".  Then she looked out of the window and something caught her eye.  She then became really distressed and frightened.  I looked, and there was a person hanging from a tree, who looked positively dead.  We ran outside, and lifted the person down.  It was a man, and although he had looked dead he actually had lots of colour to his face, and looked quite healthy.  Then another woman appeared, a lot older than the one I had been with in the house - possibly in her late 50s.  She was fully dressed, and wearing a long winter coat, but her face was ghostly white, her eyes were dark and her mouth looked as if it had been bleeding.  She got very angry with us for helping the hanging man, and I answered something back and she began to walk away. 

Then I woke up.

At first I thought "yes another dream.  So what?  Let's go back to sleep".  But I actually couldn't get back to sleep for some time.  The strange thing was that the house I had been in, although set out and decorated differently, was my aunt's house in the UK, and the grass we had put the man on to was a grass patch outside her house.  When it dawned on me that I knew the house, it actually made it worse, and the only reason I got back to sleep was because I was really tired...

It was a strange dream, and even now, a few days on, quite clear in my mind!

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