My mom always had nightmares, and she always used to tell my dad and me about them. They sound like nothing really, but they freaked me the hell out when I was a kid.
In one place we lived, she dreamt that she was in her bed, and then felt a hand feeling up her thigh. In the dream she said she looked up at her windows after feeling the invisible perv hand. Now in real waking life, all windows in that place had little handles that you turn to open them, like old car window handles. But in her dream, the handles were changed, what she saw were primitive handles that you just pull on. I mean, I know that’s not scary, and it’s a dream she had and not an actual story that really happened, and I don’t know why really, but as a kid that freaked me out so bad. After she told me that dream, I was in my bed at night, looking at my roll up window handle, and thinking…you better not change, man.
My mom always had scary ass dreams, and she seemed to delight herself in freaking me the hell out by telling me about them.