I Had A Really Scary Dream…

In the early hours of this morning…I dreamt that I lived in this house that was just an ordinary, not too old fashioned house, but it was haunted…there was this dining room, and everytime you looked in the mirror (in the dream I did my best to avoid looking in it) you could see the ghost of a bloke who’s name was Justin (or something beginning with J), grinning at you.

Next to the dining room there was like a back sitting room, and for some reason it had a clothes rail in it…someone (a guy) walked in there, and a maid in a blue striped dress and apron appeared and started talking to him…can’t remember what it was about, but I remember the colours of her face and outfit were really vivid and real…she sort of looked similar to Dita Von Teese (she was made up like her as well- pale face, red red lips etc).

Then the dream changed slightly, and there was a whole group of us in the back sitting room, me included, and they were trying to convince me to swap my guitar for one sitting in the back room (interestingly enough the guitar in the back room looked exactly like the one I nearly bought in real life but settled for the one I did by because I liked it better). Suffice to say, I stuck with my own guitar.

Then there was this other room upstairs, a bedroom, that you could never go in, because sometimes you would hear a baby crying, and I mean really, crying, but someone in the dream went in there (maybe it was me because it was from my viewpoint but in reality if that happened I’d be packing my bags) and the baby was being slowly knifed to death, and the person who went in there started to get stabbed by the ghost of the murderer (why the murderer would also be a ghost I don’t know).

If this was real however, I would assume that the first person in real life, when the murder took place, to walk into the bedroom to see why the baby was crying would be stabbed by the murderer (perhaps the murderer would die in a struggle therefore is now a ghost?) so therefore when the murderer is a ghost and a mortal walks into the room, the ghost recreates the murder scene by stabbing the first mortal to enter the room.

Even though I saw all this through my own eyes (like I saw the random mortal see the ghost of the maid, although in the dream I was not actually in the room) the dream changed; I could see myself, as if through a videocamera, and I was upstairs, could hear the baby crying, and was phoning my Auntie, asking her to come and get me now whilst packing my possessions in my laptop case (then realising I had to start all over again because I’d forgotton to put the laptop in)…I refused to tell her the reason why as for some reason I was afraid that by repeating the phrase “my house is haunted” I would trigger more paranormal activity.

The fact that I was phoning my Auntie, asking her to pick me up now is interesting because in real life I am moving to my auntie’s at the end of July. This has been planned for the last year and a half, and there have been many occasions when she has been aware of my home life getting even more difficult and she has phoned up and offerred to pick me up straight away (which I declined because I was in the middle of exams, was still contracted to work, hadn’t packed yet, etc etc).

The layout of the house is nothing like the one I am living in now, and when I went outside, the surrounding area seemed to be the City of London (I don’t live there either)…I wanted to get as far away from the house as possible, so biked across the road (I don’t have a bike) and then got stopped for some reason (I now can’t remember anything else that happened in the dream) but it was all very scary!

I woke up and had to convine myself that the dream wasn’t real…

~ by confessionsxofxaxteenagexrockxchick on July 13, 2008.