It was with me as a child. The action took place at night before going to bed. The light in the room was already turned off and the parents were asleep. I was lying in bed with my eyes open and it is not clear where a hole with light appeared on the ceiling in the corner through which a man I did not know looked at me. At that moment I did nothing, I was not scared and did not run to call my parents. After a while, everything disappeared.
Now it seems to me that perhaps it was such a lucid dream.
My mother was brutally beaten by her father as a child, morally humiliated, humiliated, humiliated, beaten so that the dress from blood to the back stuck, and beat for any nonsense, for example, even for the fact that my mother received a four. Then my little sister swarmed at my mother, my godmother. The godfather simply adored, doted on her soul. As a result, my mother hates my father, and my godmother loves. My father died a long time ago, my mother still doesn't like to talk about him and can't say anything good about him. So, all these years, their father came to my godmother in a dream, came most often on the eve of the anniversaries of his death, or before his birthday, in general, came several times a year. He never came to my mother, just never. But about five years ago, at night in my mother's dream, the phone rang. She picks up the phone, and there is a father. She says: "Call Natasha (my mother's sister, my godmother) urgently, tell him that trouble has happened to Polina (the godmother's daughter)! Let him call her urgently! I can't get through to Natasha myself." And hung up. My mother, in great surprise, wakes up, immediately calls the godmother, tells the dream, the godmother calls Polina and it turns out that 40 minutes ago she had a big accident, she was being taken by ambulance to the ambulance, and Polina herself could not call because there was no there was money.
That's it. This is beyond my understanding.