One rare recurring dream when I was a kid involved somebody I like to refer to as “the Banshee.” This woman had a singular appearance; that of green appearance all over with a mess of green hair on her head. On one hand she seemed amiable, but then liked to tell me that I was already dead and that I should just accept it. Randomly, she’d appear to me in random dreams pointing a finger and telling me to drop dead right there. I would resist these orders and laugh at her even though I was terrified of what she was trying to do to me.
I remember one instance where the Banshee stopped a train that I was riding on and made everybody get off at the station platform. She made everybody line up against the fence and walked along it, pointing at everybody and telling them to drop dead. Each person would do it, right up until she got to me. She kind of slid or glided over the ground until she was standing in front of me. Once more she asked me why I wasn’t believing her when I am supposed to be dead. I wouldn’t answer so she shrugged and pointed at me, told me to drop dead once more. I fell to my knees, with one hand on the ground. Something was pushing me down onto the ground with incredible force and it was all I could do to not fall flat on my face. Suddenly, I turned my head and stood up… I looked at her like I was an idiot and told her that I didn’t know how to die and it was pointless to keep telling me to do this. She screamed a huge roar and turned into something like the ghost librarian in Ghostbusters and disappeared. That was the last time I ever had that dream, and nothing else like it has happened since.