So last night we did our usual, got home from work, cooked
dinner, played with the kids for a bit and then got them ready for bed. I ended
up turning on Tiger Woods PGA Tour about 11:30 thinking I could get a quick 18
holes in, nope. I played a 4 round Pebble Beach tournament and didn’t get done
until about 1am in the morning. Not the reason for the post but only a brief interlude.
Reason for the post, had probably one of the scariest dreams
I have ever had last night. If you know me well enough, I like scary movies,
ghosts and other weird shit like that – it doesn’t really scare me. The dream I
had last night (actually 5:15 this morning) in fact woke me up out of a dead
sleep and it took me a good 15 minutes to try and fall back asleep. When it is
pitch black, you can hear every little sound. Not to mention that I have two
dogs that can hear everything too, so it really freaked me out when they are
both looking around and mini-bark-growling….at nothing? Who knows, houses creek
and clunk all the time, you just don’t notice until it is dead silent.
So to get into the dream. Yes, I will try and describe it in
the best way possible, there was a lot more too it but I’ll just give you the
meat and potatoes.
I was visiting in..a house..an older house which I presume
had a living ghost / shadow person / demon living in their presence. I do not remember
who lived there, nor why I was there; however I do remember whoever had brought
me there wanted my help. When I was getting a tour of the old Victorian house, I
could distinctly see the shadow person walking up the stairs, down the hallway
and into the bathroom..I specifically remember the lady who owned or lived in
the house look and point at the dark figure walking down the hallway and into
the bathroom. She says “Oh yeah, he lives with us. He usually isn’t any trouble
but he does mind himself. Go ahead, tell him to flush the toilet when he is
done..” I remember looking at this older woman like ‘Are you crazy? You can’t be
serious..’ and she nodded her head and told me to inform this shadow person to
flush when he is done, so I did. I yelled up the stairs and said “Make sure you
flush when you are done,” not 30 seconds later we hear the toilet flush – I remember
thinking to myself while dreaming, ‘wow this is strange,’ and then we went
about the rest of the house tour..we walked upstairs, getting closer to the
shadow person and as we reached an open part in the hallway, I could see him
standing in front of the mirror, but he wasn’t a shadow person anymore, he was
a older white gentleman (who looked as he had seen better days) with long
scragley white hair, when he would focus in the mirror for a few seconds his
face changed to an adolescent ginger male as he was stuck in the mirror as a 20
something year old guy but forever living in the shadows as an old man trying
to find the meaning of life..i don’t know. Also, a little girl was in the house with me on the tour; she
was about 7 years old and infatuated with trying to see this man and spy on the
bathroom. Weird shit.
We moved on continuing the tour of the house where just down
the hallway from the haunted mirrored bathroom was my bedroom for the night (I’m
assuming) because later in the story, you will find out more.. by this time, it
was dark outside. The tour was over and the lady owner of the house was busy elsewhere,
this little girl kept hanging around the bathroom waiting for this old shadow
man to appear in the bathroom again.
As I am setting up the things in my room, I
hear her scream. I run out of my room to find her in a daze staring through the
stairwell into the mirror, only to see the old man staring back at her; he was
drawing her over the edge of the stairways, he was trying to have her indirectly
hurt herself. I picked her up and took held her in my arms so her face couldn’t
see the mirror in the bathroom with the old man glaring back at her.
He is now staring
at me, blank face and no expression, just an old, wrinkly, long white haired
man when seamlessly, his face flash changes in the mirror with demon-like facial
features. Scared the shit out of me and I ran me and the girl back safely to my
room and continued in the dream.
At this point, I knew the man was not good for anyone in the
house, no matter the ‘good old man’ front he was putting on for the old lady
who lived there he probably had a crush on. After hearing the screams of the
little girl, the woman who owned the house ran into my room asking what was the
matter. I informed her of the situation and she replied, “He doesn’t really
like other guys being in the house, this is why I need your help,” I peeked out
the bedroom towards the bathroom and he was no where to be seen, just as I began
to speak to the old woman she cried out “There’s the shadow, its coming this
way,” and it was coming fast. It seemed as it was running for the bathroom and
the only way to get there was to pass the room we were all in. As the room door
was wide open, we see the dark mist figure flying down the hallway towards our
room headed for the bathroom, I stick my arm out and clothes-line it in the
stomach. It felt SOO real I woke up from my dream in a pool of sweat. I never
wake up from scary dreams, I try and embrace them to beat them somehow..well
after that clothes-line, I was pretty much freaked out. I know it wasn’t the
climax that the story had built up to be but damn, if I could replay the dream
in your head, you would have pissed yourself.
Once I woke up, I thought to myself, you cant clothes-line a
ghost, it had to be something else, something trying to take form, something
evil. I couldn’t go to sleep for at
least 15 min after that. The dogs are looking around and min-barking as I mentioned
earlier and I kept hearing noises..i have no clue how I got back to sleep but I
did fall asleep for just over an hour before I woke up for work..
Anyway, happy scary dreams to you. If anyone knows of a
dream to video converter, let me know..
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