Nightmare

While I’m balancing life with graduating school with a graphics art degree and thinking I’m done with that for a while, and then getting a freelancing job doing a newsletter and being even busier, here I am blogging about dreams because I’ve had almost zero time to write my book. So, I apologize for not being on here as much, everything is all kind of happening at once. But here we go, on to the very bizarre dream/nightmare I had last night. I don’t really have an interpretation for it, just wanted to explain it in the best detail I can; and maybe you can draw inspiration from it.

I walked along the streets in a very ominous, rich looking part of town. The house I ended up in reminded me of those Japanese type of houses where the hallways are small, with wooden walls, and the opposite side have windows from floor to ceiling. When I first got there, I swear it overlooked the ocean, or a large field and no other houses nearby. I felt unwelcome in this house, and the owners were having a party outside on the patio. I went outside to try to figure out how to leave, but for some reason couldn’t. It was cold out and I rubbed my arms for warmth, even though the other people wore sun dresses and looked comfortable. I then went near the people sitting on the patio and none of them looked at me, except one. An older Chinese woman smiled at me, and hinted at a gray hoodie laying on the ground next to her. It seemed she felt bad, but didn’t want to be seen giving me something.

Grateful for her gift, I put it on immediately. I went back inside and looked in the mirror with my hood up. My face looked odd, with strange red dots all over it, like scars. It was a little unsettling.

She then told me about the house across the street. (which seemed to appear from nowhere since I first thought there was an ocean or field where the house was now). A single story, modest house with flowers in the yard and columns holding up the awning by the front door. Rumor was, that if you go even close to it (like to knock on the door) the windows and doors put down metal sheets of armor and sound an alarm. Loud noises close by also trigger it. I’m not sure the significance of this place, but it made me curious. A street laid between my house and this new one and I heard children laughing and playing loudly. With each footstep, they got louder and louder; giving me a sinking feeling this would trigger the house to ‘shut down.’ They continued to play, and their laughs echoed through the neighborhood. Next thing I saw, the metal sheets slammed down over the windows and doors and sounded an alarm.

But this was no regular alarm.

The best way to describe it, was a mix between the deep voice you hear at an old school cathedral and several whispers from spirits of people and children. It sent a chill down my spine because it felt as if they were speaking to me. The voices spoke loudly and tunneled into my brain and threatened my being. I could sense them trying to touch me, and then something jabbed my side, startling me awake. The sunlight from my bedroom window blinded me.

I looked over in my bed and realized my dog was stretching and pushed his foot into my side. He scared me half to death. The feeling I had after I woke up was not pleasant. The sound of the deep baritone voice and whispers played in my head like a haunting record. And the vision of the house surrounded in armor, will be hard to forget.

Sweet dreams, everyone.##

 

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An outgoing, introverted writer who likes to lie about being outgoing. Talking to your cat at all hours of the night does not count as outgoing; but it doesn't stop her. She is also just as comfortable being at the beach as she is standing in a pile of cactus. If you want to really impress this unique specimen, offer her a box of your best wine.

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