I'll go first. When I was around 9, I had a fear of the dark. Like legit Nyctophobia. Now it was minor and most of it being derived from my parents and family scaring the absolute shet out of my with ghost stories back then, but it was still so. So I had a dream where I was sitting in an old bed that my cousin owns. Back then, My cousin lived with her mom, my great aunt. I was sitting there in full school uniform, which was mandatory at the elementary I went to, and I started feeling chills. All of a sudden, my cousin and my great aunt start deforming into something (I can't recall, because of this being 6/7years ago) and then what ever "that" was, held me down on the bed and strapped what looking like a circuit box to my chest. I remember 2 switches. They flipped them both and it all went black. I get back up and look into the hall and see all these creepy-ass floating ghosts and shit going around. Into the bathroom next to the room. Into the back door with the boiler. I remember trying to flip the switches back only to be assaulted by the hideous things that looked like something out of a water covered Dr. Suess book. I tried and tried, but every time I got near to flipping them both, it went normal, color returned and I felt awake, but then to return to the darkness that in all seriousness, looked like you were looking through the Outlast camera. I kept on struggling to return to normal, and eventually did so, but instead of having a warm happy feeling, I woke up. That was the last time I ever remember wetting the bed.