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Poltergeist

11 Jul

I dreamed I was staying at an old house with another woman, and we sat in a big room with white or off-white walls and a long, dark brown table. In this dream’s reality, I had attempted to comfort ghosts in my parents’ house the last time I was there (or in this house), by walking into rooms and calmly, quietly, and gently talking to them… but this had riled up the ghosts. Maybe they became like poltergeists. While the other woman and I sat talking, this came up in conversation, and I felt disappointed and guilty for having had that effect on the ghosts.

She was going to do a chore that involved filling a metal basin with water, but I offered to do it for her, and she agreed. So I took this metal basin…actually, it was sort of oval and had a white interior bottom and a handle, more like an old pot than a basin. I took it into a sparsely-furnished living room with a large fireplace. (This house seemed like it dated to the eighteenth century, like my dollhouse, and was probably in one of the original thirteen states).

I approached the fireplace, or at least, some sort of wide alcove like a fireplace. I hung the basin from a hook/string in front of the fireplace, as the other woman was going to do. There was a string or something like string. It was supposed to run parallel to the floor for a few feet, from the metal bucket. So I did all that, set it up as she would.

But as I backed away to return to the other room, the bucket followed me. It levitated. I backed away, and it floated through the air anywhere I went. I may have squawked, and I ran toward the room where we had been talking. I didn’t know what to do, and I figured that since she lived here and was presumably accustomed to this ghost, she would help.

The dream ended with me running around, chased by a ghost making that pot float around.

Bad Dreams

28 Nov

I dreamed about a communal home, similar to that in my Nanowrimo novel, but the home was a large cave. Even though it was a cave, it had many rooms.

There was some drama. A tall young man found out that he didn’t belong at that communal home and had to move out. (That wouldn’t likely happen in the world of my novel, since it isn’t exclusively extended family.)

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I had the front door closed and was expecting someone evil to arrive and try to get in.

He arrived and was yelling at me through the door. I knew that in order to make him completely vanish from this world, I had to throw salt at him. So even though the person who’d left a bit ago warned not to open the door, I grabbed a bag of salt and hesitantly opened the door very slightly.

Of course, he took that as an excuse to grab the door and my wrist and to try preventing me from throwing salt at him. He was young, short, skinny, and blond. He was manipulative and accusatory in a way reminiscent of Asshole Audrey. Because he had my wrist, I was having trouble trying to throw the salt–I was holding the bag with one hand and needed the other to throw it. He was a demon or something.

While he was yelling at me and holding my wrist, I exclaimed, “I just opened the door to throw salt out to protect the house!” As though I thought that if I explained this, he’d leave me alone.

 

I dreamed something involving an evil…entity or villain with a laugh similar to that of the Shadow from the old radio show. Orson Wells. Or maybe that wasn’t the villain although this sinister one was threatening and maybe blackmailing.

The opponent looked like Donald Sutherland in the 1970s and was suave and confident, not letting the other one have the satisfaction of intimidating him.

First, the laughing one came and yelled for his attention…in front of an open garage door, maybe?

But next, the setting was the top of a boat with really loud music, like a party was supposed to be happening, although there appeared to be no more than four people present. The boat seemed to be on land and surrounded by jungle.

Demonic laugh looked around… and Donald Sutherland appeared, wearing a dark blue or black velvet smoking jacket with dark trousers and an ascot. He was looking elegant and calm, with hands in his pockets as he casually strolled toward his opponent.

Family Nightmare

25 Jun

I had a nightmare in which I was watching a film based on one of the Worst Frenemy in the Galaxy’s favorite novels.

The nightmare was about a family in which at least one of the kids was an adopted teenager. The type of film looked like something used in the 1960s, and it all took place at the family’s house. At first it was pretty mundane, but it turned dark quickly. Two adults, I think the mother and the eldest son, were conversing in what I think was the dining room (a large, simply-furnished and minimalist room with a long, natural wood table and benches in the center). Off to the right was a wide and short set of a few steps leading down into this room from another room.

Curled up on those steps was a teen girl. The mother and son eventually noticed, and one of them coldly asked, “What’s wrong with her?”

Next thing: the girl’s clearly dead…and her severed head is lying a few feet ahead of her body.

Next, we see another teen girl who is a member of the family, and she has longish blond hair and a somewhat round face…on which she has removed some layers of skin. She’s sobbing, and she’s sitting on the same kind of steps (as though the body vanished) and before her is a large paper plate full of a white powder, which I immediately knew to be poison. She’s eating it. She puts the plate down, and a fluffy orange cat and perhaps also a toddler comes along and licks the plate and drops dead.

Amid all this, I was a horrified viewer and find myself wishing I never saw this and thinking, Trust that frenemy to be into something so sick and insane. I may have made a mental note to avoid anything she was into. I certainly would have in this reality!

 

I dreamed that I had a new house and it was all my own. I didn’t paint any of the rooms but kept the colors someone else had painted it, and it was odd. I had nice hardwood floors, but at least one room had graffiti walls, and a living room had greyish-yellow walls. There were no curtains. I’d been sitting in a room I thought of as the back living room.

I had an urge to do some redecorating, because I noticed that one room had an awful lot of empty space. I looked around and tried to figure out what were the color schemes of certain rooms. I had several old couches that had been at my parents’ house and that were somewhat worn out. One was a green loveseat in the back living room, which was part kitchenette or kitchen nook… but in which I had the loveseat and a yellow armchair where most people would have put a dining table and chairs. The green loveseat didn’t have a wall behind it; instead, it faced an open space that led to a hallway that stretched the length of the condo. It faced a huge window with a Venetian blind. To the right of the couch was the armchair. To the right, the fridge was in the far-left corner, and I’m not sure there were any other kitchen facilities. In the front corner of this room was an odd space, where the white ceiling was low, sort of forming a box, and a blue taupe was forming a curtain and hanging from the ceiling.

Down the hallway, I passed a section of wall with at least one door (perhaps a bedroom on the other side) and came to what I thought of as the front living room. It was the greyish-yellow room, with more old couches. One was yellow, and the other was predominantly turquoise in a pattern. I had been feeling so proud of my new place, but now I was thinking it kind of weird and in need of redecorating, but I wasn’t sure how.

At some point in the dream, I recalled that my new place included an apartment I could rent out, and I got to thinking that what I thought of as the back living room could become a second apartment with a few changes. As I was thinking about this, I noticed from that room the far wall (to the right, opposite direction from the front living room), and this wall was white and had a big metal double door with a black curtain partially covering it, and one of the 2 doors was open, to my dismay.

The new place was on a college campus, and anyone could just walk into my new condo. I needed to go use the bathroom and paused a moment to decide whether I wanted to get that door closed first, but I noticed a college boy standing with his back to that door, and I didn’t want anyone to notice that it led to my place, didn’t want to attract attention, so I decided to leave it open until I got back from the restroom. Meanwhile, I realized that a big screen tv was turned on to a kind of loud anime show; this was to the left of the open door. I felt embarrassed, because anyone in the hallway must hear it.

Outside the condo, I was in the hallway of the same building, which except for my condo was a university. It resembled a hallway in the high school from hell. Students were coming and going, and I felt ashamed of being an ugly and fat middle-aged woman amid all these skinny young people.

I headed to a vending machine, but as though my legs fell asleep, I stopped being able to walk and was crawling along on the floor and feeling terribly embarrassed. Lots of students were around. One young man asked me if I needed help, but I couldn’t talk and knew that if I could just get to that big freezer along the wall in the same alcove as the vending machine, I’d grasp onto it and pull myself up. I was terribly embarrassed and afraid that people would ridicule me and laugh at me. Meanwhile, the same problem happened to a young male student, and he was crawling along straight toward the freezer and kind of getting in my way. But he crawled quickly, so his legs were soon in front of me–his jeans were sliding down and I could see the top of his underwear and his butt crack–and his sneaker-clad feet were in front of me, as I dragged myself in the direction of the vending machine, and he dragged himself in the direction of the freezer.

A Nightmare, Toxic Relatives, and a House

17 Apr

I had a disturbing dream in which I owned what appeared to be a large old house that was sparsely furnished, and I was planning on living there, but a woman who was present in the front room with me informed me that the reason my mother and aunts went out was because they were planning on…I forget the terminology used, but it was something to the effect of pretending that the house wasn’t mine and claiming it as theirs by requesting some sort of ticket or token.

I think in the reality of the dream, this was a house I bought and had nothing to do with these evil relatives. I felt utterly horrified and knew I had to act fast, but I didn’t know how.

These relatives returned and were having amiable, cheerful conversation among themselves while not acknowledging my existence. I was panicking. For the sake of someone else who may have been present, I started scratching a message in a rubber rug (like in a car, but larger and partially rolled up), but the message was not showing up well enough for someone else to read it.

In this reality, toxic relatives stole a house from me (after years of their talking down to me, verbally abusing me, and slandering me), a house that an uncle left me. I was in the room when he was talking with my mother about who should he leave the house to, and she suggested me because of my passion for old architecture. So he did.

Kind of a Nightmare

19 Feb

I had a very uncomfortable dream in which I was sitting at one end of a white couch with new friends and petting a large dog–a white poodle–in front of me. The Worst Frenemy in the Galaxy was sitting at the other end, the left, of the couch, and sternly criticized how I was petting the dog (much as she criticized me for every little thing). “She wants you to pet her lower back.”

So I moved my legs further down. “Here?”

“No, lower!”

The friend to my right was a very tall and stout young woman, calm energy, and dressed in white; she was reminiscent of a friend I’ve known since the mid 90s. The friend on my left was petite and had long reddish-gold hair and a sort of round face. The one on the right was very quiet, in addition to being calm. We three were squeezed close together. The one on the left wiggled and whispered, “Is she the ho you can’t stand?” I thought she was referring to the big and quiet woman, so I shook my head slightly. I felt nervous because I didn’t want the Worst Frenemy in the Galaxy to find out that I told a new friend about her, and here was a new friend whispering about the subject in the monster’s presence. She didn’t give up and added something like, “I mean the ho who gaslighted you?” I was really getting nervous and subtlety gestured in the Frenemy’s direction by slightly tipping my head to the left and maybe raising my eyebrows.