posted June 23, 2011 04:06 AM            

i saw that i am at my parents home. its night time. my parents and my younger brother are asleep in two rooms. i was in the third room and suddenly someone from the outside is trying to break in. i got scared and just at that time someone threw something at the door. i open the door and saw a pair of scissors someone had thrown at the door of the room i was in. i got scared and ran to the room where my brothers were asleep. i locked the door and cautiously look out of the window. i saw her coming towards the door. she came there, she banged on the door.my brother wakes up and asks. i said "she came for you". she broke the door and came in. we fought her off to get her out of there but every time we failed. my parents woke up too, and they tried to reason with her that she should leave, but she would not.i remember slapping and hitting her too.
the feeling i got from the dream told me that she was stalking my brother. she was faking a facebook account which my brother thought was his gf's. [ my brother used to like a girl and she died in January this year, her name was Amy. my brother lives in another country and she used to live here so they usually interacted on Internet]. so it turns out that Amy never died, it was this fake girl who spread news on facebook that she was dead [weird dream]. so m relieved for my brother's love.
the end of the dream was that the night is over. my dad is talking to my mom in his usual warm tones towards her and that girl is still there in the room busy reading something. the atmosphere is like we have given up in her favor, like we are tired of asking her to leave our house.

rest of the details are:
1. she was small, like 5-6yrs old girl, dark hair, but her spirit was like young girls, not a kid.
2. she was wearing a white and pale orange color.
3. the scariest part, her grin. the voice of her giggles , which suggests "you can not win no matter what u do", it scared me, it scared me so much i couldn't sleep at least for an hour after this. you can guess why m writing this part at the very end, because thinking about it scares me.