A couple years ago, my family found out that my mother had a terminal brain tumor. We were told that she would have 6 to 9 months to live, but it turned out that she only had 3 months left with us. During those three months, I took off of school so I could help out because she wanted to be taken care of at home and to have home hospice care. A lot of other events were happening with me, my family (excluding my mom and dad), and my boyfriend at the time. At night, I was having horrible nightmares of a man who was out to kill me. In my dreams, every single night, I would be in a different setting, but the man would always be the same. It was always the body of a bulky man, wearing all black clothes, but his face was always just a big black blur. I never ever saw his face. He was always chasing me in my dream, trying to attack me and kill me, once he even grabbed my ankle and when I woke up the next morning, my ankle was throbbing. These continued every night, until my counselor put me on anti depressents to help with my depression and anxiety. After my mom passed away, I stopped taking the medicine because they made me feel like a zombie and I didn't like the way I felt. I started to get the nightmares every night again, but then the night before I was supposed to go back to school after winter break, which was also the beginning of the new semester. I was actually pretty nervous about it because I had taken the previous semester off and it was my senior year of high school so anxiety had struck me full force. I had a dream that the man was chasing me in an abandoned school, there were cracks in the boards over the windows with tiny rays of light coming through and I was running toward the light to get out. I was hiding in a corner and I could hear the man getting closer to me, but then all of a sudden I felt something push against my shoulders and heard someone whisper in my ear, "You're going to be fine." and then I woke up because I had actually felt like someone had pushed against my shoudlers and I had actually heard the whisper so clearly and could feel the moist, soft, air of the whisper in my ear. After that night, I've never had another nightmare of that man trying to kill me. Actually, I rarely ever have nightmares now and it's been almost 2 years. What do you think this was? I always thought that my mother had come to me in my dreams to help me.