September 7, 2006

Nightmares

Nightmares

I had the worst night's sleep in the history of the world ever last night... I woke up at 4.30am this morning freezing cold (the duvet had fallen off), after having the scariest dream ever, which was totally arse because, 1. I'm far too old to be having nightmares and 2. I couldn't get back to sleep for ages—and embarrassingly had to close wardrobe door.

I was in this old house with a group of people I didn't know, where years ago these other people had been imprisoned and burnt alive. It was kind of Victorian style and almost completely pitch black inside, velvet curtains, stuffed animals on the walls, and all this gold/silver & jewels that we were told not to touch because it belonged to the aforementioned dead people—the person that told us this then promptly vanished. The light switches were made of carved bone that when switched, didn't turn on lights but made parts of the house move around, as we walked through the house you could feel the chill of things following you, behind, just out of sight...

Within the house people seemed to gain psychic powers, I remember holding out my hand (palm facing out) and moving a pot of Blistex away from me and back across the floor by concentrating really hard and visualising it in my mind—I did however watch a Scrubs episode about Harry Potter last night though, hmmm... This dream seemed to take the scariest parts of every movie I've ever seen and roll it into a one weird juxtaposition.

In the end we went to see this lady, in this dark drawing room that could help us get out of the house but when she turned around, it was the librarian from Ghostbusters! ...it was then with a gasp that I woke up.

(incidentally this librarian also scared the bejesus out of me when I was seven)

Posted by Matt at September 7, 2006 1:12 PM

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