Journal #6621
Posted 13 years ago2010-06-26 20:58:23 UTC
I had a weird dream last night. I figure it might be good for the competition. 
Here's a transcript that I made when I woke up:
Christmas Eve. Mum and Dad in bed, me, Jack, Sam, Ben and Molly (my siblings) in living room.
I go to my room to get something. In the time in between me going from the living room to the stairwell it begins to rain.
I notice the fire escape is ajar. I close it, and go back to the living room to tell the others.
When I get back to living room it's raining heavily.
When I'm at the living room door I notice the front door is open. I tell the others, and then wonder out loud if the rest of the doors are open.
I go to the kitchen to check the side door. At this time it's storm-like rain.
The kitchen is dark, and in the room next to the kitchen I can see a rectangle of light on the floor, as if the outside light is on.
I turn the outside light on anyway, the rectangle gets lighter, but almost unnoticably so.
I open the door, unlocked as expected, and when I look outside it isn't raining, although I didn't notice this or see it as important.
I walk to the shed and look in. Although still at night, I can see in the shed as if it's only slightly dark.
The cats are all in the shed, mostly lying on the ground, but some are lying on things. Fred (my dog) is lying on the concrete, apparently asleep.
I look in the kennel. Squirrel (one of my cats) is in there. I shoo her out, and then tell Fred to sit in there.
I walk out of the shed, Dad and Jack are at the door. I assume Jack went up to tell Dad, they both came down to look for me.
Although I don't notice until later, Dad's demeanour seems a little... off. I do however notice that Jack is smiling faintly, looking at Dad, listening to his words.
He puts me in mind of someone who has been indoctrinated into a cult, and is in the presence of the cult leader.
Dad says "The doors are supposed to be unlocked. Leave this one unlocked when you come in."
At this point, I wake up, although my brain seems to be throwing lines at me,
as if it's spent some time coming up with this dream and it doesn't want the good bit to go to waste.
"Oh, and don't let anyone... wimpy in, like the police or something."
"You'll know who's supposed to come in. She'll be the one smashing her fingers"
At this point I see a flash of an image, a young girl, about nine or ten, on the driveway, almost shrouded in darkness.
Her black hair covers her face, she seems to be floating a few inchess of the ground, and her fingers are mmangled.
I get a feeling that my waking up at that point was fortunate, as that would have been a hell of a nightmare.
It will be an interesting challenge to try and map it I think.
Here's a transcript that I made when I woke up:
Christmas Eve. Mum and Dad in bed, me, Jack, Sam, Ben and Molly (my siblings) in living room.
I go to my room to get something. In the time in between me going from the living room to the stairwell it begins to rain.
I notice the fire escape is ajar. I close it, and go back to the living room to tell the others.
When I get back to living room it's raining heavily.
When I'm at the living room door I notice the front door is open. I tell the others, and then wonder out loud if the rest of the doors are open.
I go to the kitchen to check the side door. At this time it's storm-like rain.
The kitchen is dark, and in the room next to the kitchen I can see a rectangle of light on the floor, as if the outside light is on.
I turn the outside light on anyway, the rectangle gets lighter, but almost unnoticably so.
I open the door, unlocked as expected, and when I look outside it isn't raining, although I didn't notice this or see it as important.
I walk to the shed and look in. Although still at night, I can see in the shed as if it's only slightly dark.
The cats are all in the shed, mostly lying on the ground, but some are lying on things. Fred (my dog) is lying on the concrete, apparently asleep.
I look in the kennel. Squirrel (one of my cats) is in there. I shoo her out, and then tell Fred to sit in there.
I walk out of the shed, Dad and Jack are at the door. I assume Jack went up to tell Dad, they both came down to look for me.
Although I don't notice until later, Dad's demeanour seems a little... off. I do however notice that Jack is smiling faintly, looking at Dad, listening to his words.
He puts me in mind of someone who has been indoctrinated into a cult, and is in the presence of the cult leader.
Dad says "The doors are supposed to be unlocked. Leave this one unlocked when you come in."
At this point, I wake up, although my brain seems to be throwing lines at me,
as if it's spent some time coming up with this dream and it doesn't want the good bit to go to waste.
"Oh, and don't let anyone... wimpy in, like the police or something."
"You'll know who's supposed to come in. She'll be the one smashing her fingers"
At this point I see a flash of an image, a young girl, about nine or ten, on the driveway, almost shrouded in darkness.
Her black hair covers her face, she seems to be floating a few inchess of the ground, and her fingers are mmangled.
I get a feeling that my waking up at that point was fortunate, as that would have been a hell of a nightmare.
It will be an interesting challenge to try and map it I think.
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Usually, I only remember vague snippets of my dreams. But then again, I don't dream much anymore. I think as you get older, you tend to dream less.