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Well, I Don't See Dead People, PER SE...
Sep. 7th, 2003 01:09 amI just woke up from what has to be (yet again) one of the weirdest dreams I have ever had. This one probably tops any others I've had in recent past for several reasons:
(1) I can't remember having any others-- not that memorable, I guess
(2) I'm dreaming about something that most assuredly has NOTHING to do with me, my life, or something that I ate/did/saw/heard/smelled/touched, etc.
Here goes:
I'm lying in my bed, concentrating for some reason. I don't know why, something along the lines of "it's my job." I think I was telling this to my mother, who was standing in my bedroom door, to my right. This was weird, because I'd never position my bed with the feet facing the door, but that's just how it was. I get the feeling that I didn't just move my pillow to the other end of the bed, I actually MOVED the whole bed.
Anyway, so my bed is facing the wall with what USED to have my desk against it, as well as the door to my room and my closet. Oddly enough, instead of my white-erase board hanging from the wall, there is an old-framed canvas painting. It seems a little off at first, dusty, blank... something's wrong with it. But slowly I start to make out the face of an old woman. I can't see much of her face or her clothes, there's a dark substance all over the painting, dry and crumbly-- maybe even cobwebby? (eww) But she seems to be wearing a Victorian high-neck dress, and looks/feels very out of place.
Speaking of out of place, I reach over to my right, and grab an old metal bell. It's like one of those dorky ones teachers might be expected to have, for whatever reason? I don't know, did I ever have a teacher with a bell? I made the connection though: bell - teacher. In any case, I had this bell on an endtable by my side, for whatever whack reason... 1) I don't have any endtables in my room and 2) I'm not dumb enough to position them right next to the side of my bed where I get up, otherwise I'd surely smack into them (if not topple them over) when I woke up in the morning. But since I don't REALLY have one, that didn't happen.
ANYWAY. So I ring the bell a few times... it echoes... and I close my eyes... I have my lava lamp? Candles-- something is flickering in the background, and the only STEADY source of light starts to fade away. And then there's this big whooshing sound, like I'm getting sucked into a tunnel of sorts, but it's so brief, it's almost Hollywood-ized. Like, sudden whoosh, then silence. I slowly flutter (oh, I'm so pretty!) my eyes open, and instead of a portrait of a woman there, even FAINTLY, there is most distinctly a swirly background (a'la Yu-Gi-Oh cards-- which, by the way, I haven't used/looked at in any form recently-- even in the anime, the card backs aren't that detailed) and, plop in the middle of swirlyness, a bright green-yellow house with a RED question mark in the middle of it.
Board game much? I don't know WHAT this reminds me of, but it has to be some game or something. 13 Dead End Drive? Who knows? The freak show continues. So this woman... I don't know, I can't see her portrait or anything anymore, but something tells me I can *sense* her. She's there, in the room with me. And she's telling me to look for something, and the lighting is all weird, because I can't seem to have an exact source of it-- not like "Hey, there's my lamp," or "Hey, there's some candles I've set up near my lava lamp." Nothing like that. I think I had a flashlight or something odd like that (blacklight?) in my hand though, again, out of nowhere.
And I point my sole source of light to the ground. Yes, it's still my room, and yes, it's still messy- but the clothes on the floor don't SEEM like mine, and the wood doesn't seem finished... Amongst all the mess, I find one sparkling, shining gold nugget.
And then I woke up. For no reason. No sudden sounds, no Earthquakes, no sudden urges to eat french toast or to go to the bathroom. I have no idea why I woke up. It was 12:5X when I woke up-- AM. I didn't mean to take a nap this long (when did I finally go to sleep? 7:5X? LAST night?) but hey, here I am. And I just woke up from a freaky dream.
I have come to an odd, unsupportable conclusion-- the woman used to live in this house, if not in another house that was ON this land. Many years ago, way back when. She used to be an adventurer or something-- she was in California for the gold. But once she got rich and had this posh lifestyle, things weren't all that great, and she missed the adventure and the freedom ("and the danger, too?" methinks) panning used to have. There must have been something special about that one nugget though, she really wanted to find it...
Whew. That was just... bizzare.
(1) I can't remember having any others-- not that memorable, I guess
(2) I'm dreaming about something that most assuredly has NOTHING to do with me, my life, or something that I ate/did/saw/heard/smelled/touched, etc.
Here goes:
I'm lying in my bed, concentrating for some reason. I don't know why, something along the lines of "it's my job." I think I was telling this to my mother, who was standing in my bedroom door, to my right. This was weird, because I'd never position my bed with the feet facing the door, but that's just how it was. I get the feeling that I didn't just move my pillow to the other end of the bed, I actually MOVED the whole bed.
Anyway, so my bed is facing the wall with what USED to have my desk against it, as well as the door to my room and my closet. Oddly enough, instead of my white-erase board hanging from the wall, there is an old-framed canvas painting. It seems a little off at first, dusty, blank... something's wrong with it. But slowly I start to make out the face of an old woman. I can't see much of her face or her clothes, there's a dark substance all over the painting, dry and crumbly-- maybe even cobwebby? (eww) But she seems to be wearing a Victorian high-neck dress, and looks/feels very out of place.
Speaking of out of place, I reach over to my right, and grab an old metal bell. It's like one of those dorky ones teachers might be expected to have, for whatever reason? I don't know, did I ever have a teacher with a bell? I made the connection though: bell - teacher. In any case, I had this bell on an endtable by my side, for whatever whack reason... 1) I don't have any endtables in my room and 2) I'm not dumb enough to position them right next to the side of my bed where I get up, otherwise I'd surely smack into them (if not topple them over) when I woke up in the morning. But since I don't REALLY have one, that didn't happen.
ANYWAY. So I ring the bell a few times... it echoes... and I close my eyes... I have my lava lamp? Candles-- something is flickering in the background, and the only STEADY source of light starts to fade away. And then there's this big whooshing sound, like I'm getting sucked into a tunnel of sorts, but it's so brief, it's almost Hollywood-ized. Like, sudden whoosh, then silence. I slowly flutter (oh, I'm so pretty!) my eyes open, and instead of a portrait of a woman there, even FAINTLY, there is most distinctly a swirly background (a'la Yu-Gi-Oh cards-- which, by the way, I haven't used/looked at in any form recently-- even in the anime, the card backs aren't that detailed) and, plop in the middle of swirlyness, a bright green-yellow house with a RED question mark in the middle of it.
Board game much? I don't know WHAT this reminds me of, but it has to be some game or something. 13 Dead End Drive? Who knows? The freak show continues. So this woman... I don't know, I can't see her portrait or anything anymore, but something tells me I can *sense* her. She's there, in the room with me. And she's telling me to look for something, and the lighting is all weird, because I can't seem to have an exact source of it-- not like "Hey, there's my lamp," or "Hey, there's some candles I've set up near my lava lamp." Nothing like that. I think I had a flashlight or something odd like that (blacklight?) in my hand though, again, out of nowhere.
And I point my sole source of light to the ground. Yes, it's still my room, and yes, it's still messy- but the clothes on the floor don't SEEM like mine, and the wood doesn't seem finished... Amongst all the mess, I find one sparkling, shining gold nugget.
And then I woke up. For no reason. No sudden sounds, no Earthquakes, no sudden urges to eat french toast or to go to the bathroom. I have no idea why I woke up. It was 12:5X when I woke up-- AM. I didn't mean to take a nap this long (when did I finally go to sleep? 7:5X? LAST night?) but hey, here I am. And I just woke up from a freaky dream.
I have come to an odd, unsupportable conclusion-- the woman used to live in this house, if not in another house that was ON this land. Many years ago, way back when. She used to be an adventurer or something-- she was in California for the gold. But once she got rich and had this posh lifestyle, things weren't all that great, and she missed the adventure and the freedom ("and the danger, too?" methinks) panning used to have. There must have been something special about that one nugget though, she really wanted to find it...
Whew. That was just... bizzare.
