Our previous home that we rented, the owner lied. I knew she lied. I walked the dog through the house and he was OK, so we went ahead and rented there. We hadn't been there more than a couple months when Charlie was in the other room and I was reading to him an article in the paper. I felt him come up behind me and lean on the chair, one hand on either side of me, reading over my shoulder...at least I thought it was him until he said something from the other room. I found out from a neighbor that the man that lived there died in our spare room--the room where the closet would not stay closed. There was something else there, not the friendly spirit of the late owner, but something down in the former michigan basement (somebody had covered the dirt floor with about a 1/2 inch of cement) that had a dirt-floored cistern and a little room with a safe built into the wall. There was something down there that had nothing to do with ghosts...
I asked about this house, too. However, there is nothing here I fear. Mr. Gee, the man who built this house, does not disturb me at all with his presence. There is also a cat here. I didn't feel the urge to walk Jack through here. Probably because there is nothing ominous.
A friend lived in an apartment, underground, that was haunted. If her son's bed was on the wall that shared her bedroom, he would wake in the night screaming. They moved his bed to the opposite side of the room and he was fine after that. She made her husband sleep on the side of the bed closest to that wall. One night while he was gone I slept over and had a very disturbing nightmare about a tall, bearded man wearing gloves and high hat. He wrapped his hands around my throat and I woke up gasping. When she asked what I had dreamed, we went back and forth instead of me telling the whole dream--because the few times she had slept in that spot, she had had the exact same dream! I'm telling you this because it's not just houses that get haunted.
For what it's worth, if you can, walk an animal through a home before buying, I recommend it. Even though that didn't make me completely informed, I was still satisfied that the main living area was okay.
- Mood:
thoughtful - Music:Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac
Last night I dreamed I was *trapped* on an episode of The Hills. ::uncontrollable shudder::
NO, I do NOT watch it. However, I've seen enough commercials for it to know...
::uncontrollable shudder::
- Mood:
groggy
I've noticed that when my parents appear in my dreams, they don't look like they do now--they look about a decade younger. I wonder why that is?
Does anyone else dream people the wrong age?
- Mood:
busy - Music:Landslide by Smashing Pumpkins
The night before last I got very little sleep. I kept having My Nightmares. I can deal with normal nightmares, the ones where you are falling or running down an endless hall and then you wake up and say, "Whew! It was only a dream..."
Unfortunately I don't always get 'normal' nightmares. I get ones where you are desperately trying to scream but can't and when you finally wake up...
you are in another nightmare.
Kind of like this scene from An American Werewolf in London:
(This doesn't show the next part of the movie where, upon waking and blurting the word "shit", Kessler gets up presumably to pee (nightmares are hard on the bladder) and another demon ambushes him. I've always loved this sequence from that movie because it is the closest I've ever seen anyone get to portraying what My Dream World is actually like...right down to "life is normal and then goes fucked up, then normal, then fucked up again" and you don't know any more if you are awake or asleep.)
It really messes with Reality. The worst part about it is when shit goes BAD and here you are thinking you are Awake and In The Real World. FREAKY.
Monday night I had three sets of such nightmares. I woke up from the first series and thought, "OK...I am finally, really awake, it was all just a nightmare inside a bad dream inside another nightmare. Tired, going back to sleep..." Then I had another set. Now I'm getting a bit irked because I am tired but really don't want to go back to sleep. These aren't really even nightmares, they are Night Terrors, where you scream to wake up, don't know where you are or even if you are actually awake. However, when you're tired your body eventually insists on going back to sleep, apparently so that it can have yet another set of horrific dreams nested one within the other like a demonic Matryoshka doll.
Ultimately, I got up, had a glass of water, (of course the whole time expecting Pennywise the Clown's hand to come shooting out of the drain to grab me because, yes, that is just one short scene in the Kimber's Nightmare Anthology and I'm still not quite sure if I am actually awake yet or still dreaming) and then turned on the T.V. Alton Brown was telling me about the best way to make cookies Good Eats. Who can have bad dreams listening to chocolate chip cookie recipes? Thank The Maker for Food Network!
- Mood:
tired - Music:Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) by Eurythmics
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