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You know, in the absence of anything else entertaining lately, my dreams have been getting weirder and weirder. And more vivid. I was thoroughly confused about where I was when I woke up this morning, and had to lay in bed for an extra hour to get myself readjusted. And I thought it was weird Monday night when I had a dream about being trapped in a maze with Pyramid Head (well, not entirely... Pyramid Head and/or Johnny Truant had been drawing on the maze with a giant sword 8.32 feet up on the wall, and I was investigating it with CSI until we were in this Jeep being driven by Bailey from Grey's Anatomy and got into an accident, and I must've died or something because I ended up on this grey stormy beach and there was something about Roy Mustang getting over Hughes by proving he could jump farther than him. ... Yeah.)
Last night's really takes the cake, though. It started in the middle of nowhere with me standing in this hallway, or possibly watching a TV show involving this hallway because I could see that someone had left a giant, obvious hole in the screen across this large window across from me, and there was a narrator explaining it was left open for the faeries or something, then I was actually there and my sister ran past and jumped out into the marsh... dressed as Naruto. Only in slightly different shades (still orange though). And my mom and dad were complaining about it, because we'd just moved in and she shouldn't be running around in the river out there yet because the neighbours didn't know us. I said something about how gross the water must be with people's septic tanks buried under it, and she gave me this weird look and I realized that people couldn't have buried septic tanks, then she explained that everything was just flushed out into the water and would float by, along with other things. I'm not sure if she mentioned something about spirits or if it dawned on me then, but I started to worry about how everything was haunted in the South (there was some good reason for it too, but I can't remember it anymore), and next thing I knew there was a headless walking mannequin walking towards our porch on top of the water to deliver a note. And this really freaked me out, so I fled inside and started locking the windows and doors. My dad was helping, explaining that they'd come in at night and take things if we didn't lock it down, and it probably took us ten minutes to lock everything in the kitchen, so I was explaining to my mom that we should all have a set of keys for everything so we can just unlock it when we need it, rather than having to re-lock everything every day. My dad was complaining about how he'd gotten a microwave without a locking door again, but that was okay because he'd gotten it from a university surplus sale and they'd replace it if he complained. Then the microwave, which was on and cooking something, turned into a scanner without so much as a blink of an eye from either of my parents, and proceeded to cook/scan some kind of book that wouldn't stay in it all the way. It was a large house, but there were rooms that were very obviously haunted, so I mostly hung out in the kitchen on my computer, afraid that I was going to end up possessed by a ghost and wishing I was back in the North where they didn't exist and wondering if everyone's collective belief there made them exist. Then there was a brief interlude in this flooded parking lot where a woman, her husband, and her baby were trying to get away, but (I think I was the husband here, this was weird) I only had an ice pick and if there were alligators, that wouldn't do to get them away. So the woman got in the car, the husband put the baby in through the passenger window then climbed into the trunk where he found a gun, even though he'd never held a gun before (there was so much POV shifting in this part that I can barely remember it right. Really freaked me out, though). Then I was back home, and apparently![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sketchyheart and her family had moved in with us, because her mom had been recording the ghosts and apparently they'd been whispering secrets about everyone in the middle of the night, which freaked everyone out, but her most of all because it was the ghost of her grandmother doing it.
So, in conclusion... subconscious, wtf was that? Must I really be in a floating house on a river haunted by ghosts and be thoroughly convinced that that was where I was staying for the next forever until I woke up in my bed? (And even then, it took me almost a minute to figure out I was in my room, because it felt like I was facing the wrong direction...)
Also, my mom just called me, and I literally jumped when I heard the phone ring. Not good. I am so not used to dreams that actually freak me out.
Last night's really takes the cake, though. It started in the middle of nowhere with me standing in this hallway, or possibly watching a TV show involving this hallway because I could see that someone had left a giant, obvious hole in the screen across this large window across from me, and there was a narrator explaining it was left open for the faeries or something, then I was actually there and my sister ran past and jumped out into the marsh... dressed as Naruto. Only in slightly different shades (still orange though). And my mom and dad were complaining about it, because we'd just moved in and she shouldn't be running around in the river out there yet because the neighbours didn't know us. I said something about how gross the water must be with people's septic tanks buried under it, and she gave me this weird look and I realized that people couldn't have buried septic tanks, then she explained that everything was just flushed out into the water and would float by, along with other things. I'm not sure if she mentioned something about spirits or if it dawned on me then, but I started to worry about how everything was haunted in the South (there was some good reason for it too, but I can't remember it anymore), and next thing I knew there was a headless walking mannequin walking towards our porch on top of the water to deliver a note. And this really freaked me out, so I fled inside and started locking the windows and doors. My dad was helping, explaining that they'd come in at night and take things if we didn't lock it down, and it probably took us ten minutes to lock everything in the kitchen, so I was explaining to my mom that we should all have a set of keys for everything so we can just unlock it when we need it, rather than having to re-lock everything every day. My dad was complaining about how he'd gotten a microwave without a locking door again, but that was okay because he'd gotten it from a university surplus sale and they'd replace it if he complained. Then the microwave, which was on and cooking something, turned into a scanner without so much as a blink of an eye from either of my parents, and proceeded to cook/scan some kind of book that wouldn't stay in it all the way. It was a large house, but there were rooms that were very obviously haunted, so I mostly hung out in the kitchen on my computer, afraid that I was going to end up possessed by a ghost and wishing I was back in the North where they didn't exist and wondering if everyone's collective belief there made them exist. Then there was a brief interlude in this flooded parking lot where a woman, her husband, and her baby were trying to get away, but (I think I was the husband here, this was weird) I only had an ice pick and if there were alligators, that wouldn't do to get them away. So the woman got in the car, the husband put the baby in through the passenger window then climbed into the trunk where he found a gun, even though he'd never held a gun before (there was so much POV shifting in this part that I can barely remember it right. Really freaked me out, though). Then I was back home, and apparently
sketchyheart and her family had moved in with us, because her mom had been recording the ghosts and apparently they'd been whispering secrets about everyone in the middle of the night, which freaked everyone out, but her most of all because it was the ghost of her grandmother doing it. So, in conclusion... subconscious, wtf was that? Must I really be in a floating house on a river haunted by ghosts and be thoroughly convinced that that was where I was staying for the next forever until I woke up in my bed? (And even then, it took me almost a minute to figure out I was in my room, because it felt like I was facing the wrong direction...)
Also, my mom just called me, and I literally jumped when I heard the phone ring. Not good. I am so not used to dreams that actually freak me out.
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