Sorry, it means for what it's worth
I have far too many stories to tell at one sitting, but I'll give you a few short ones.
I was cleaning stalls where I boarded. All the horses were out, and I was the only one on the property. Smallish barn, with only 10 stalls. It was a privately owned place, not a public boarding barn.
I was in one of the stalls cleaning it, when I heard the door of the stall on the other end of the barn open, close, then footsteps walking down the barn aisleway toward me.
That particular stall door had to be propped open or it would fall shut on its own, so opening by itself wasn't something that would have occurred.
The footsteps walked past me, and out into the pasture. I didn't see anyone, just heard the sound of their feet.
Another time, I was watering the horses. There was a spigot with a hose attached at one end of the barn, and we watered the horses by dragging the hose to each stall. Typical situation.
As I was watering, I felt a tug on the hose. I figured I'd caught it on something, and tugged back without looking. Hose still felt stuck, so I looked up, and the hose was hovering above the ground about 6 inches, with a bend in it as if someone was hanging onto it.
I said, "Will you please knock it off, I'm trying to water the horses!", and the hose fell to the ground.
There were quite a few strange things that happened when I lived at that place, so yeah, I believe in spirits and other dimensions.