My most bizarre dream ever
Ok, I had this dream October 23 of 2002, and I had posted this the morning after I had the dream over at my board, so I am just copying and pasting it here. To this day it's the creepiest I've ever had. Please forgive the length, but as I say I just had to get it ALL written down the next morning as I didn't want to lose any of it.
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I just woke up from one of the creepiest dreams I've ever had. Sorry if it's long but I wanna write it all down before I forget....
I was going out for lunch with my mom, my sis Lisa and her hubby Bob and a few others. We went to this shop that was a combination hair salon/chinese food place. Some weird things happened in there, but scary part starts after. I was bored so I wandered out of the salon and into the gift shop next door. Lisa and Bob were JUST coming down a set of stairs in there and they were chattering excitedly to each other how "cool that was" and how "Sherri would LOVE it".... then they saw me and I was like "what what!" They said there was this whole huge mansion up and behind the store and it was said to be haunted.... they had just been up looking around. I was SO excited! So I convinced Bob to go back in with me.
So we walked up the stairs, passed a bedroom where a young boy was being taught how to fake hanging himself by using a small pipe in his throat (????), and kept on walking. We came to this large room with a very high ceiling, and there were these really strange carboard cutouts of people with warped faces standing up all over the place. Some were black and white, others were in color. Just opposite us was this really wide staircase, and there was a man standing about 3 steps from the top - I think he was supposed to be a butler or something. At the very top of the stairs there were three huge boxes being moved, and the top one tipped over and hit the butler, and he dropped a box HE was carrying. I ran over to see if he was alright, and so did someone else, but I ended up picking up the box he dropped. Inside were some of MY dinnerware, but they were all scratched up to be made to look really old and used. The butterdish was broken, and inside was a card, like a business card size, and written on it was "Help us solve the murder of Mr. (@#%$ I can't remember the name!!!!)". I thought it to be a staged thing and set the box down and Bob and I continued exploring.
We walked to the top of the stairs and headed right down a long suddenly deserted hallway. Then we climbed a wide, somewhat ornately decorated set of stairs, covered in really plush red carpeting. I went up and to the left, Bob went up and to the right. I hear him calling my name, and I turn to see his head floating in the air, too high for him to have been standing on the staircase. Then saw a projection unit nearby I realized it was some sort effect.Ha Ha I said, glanced at my watch and noticed it was time to go back to work. Just then my sister Lisa caught up with us. I started back down the stairs as I heard her saying "Let's go check this place out more!". I said I was heading back, and they shoudl come with me.
I got to the bottom of the stairs, but there was no hallway anymore, just more stairs doing down, another set of stairs directly across going back up - everything was beautiful and done in royally plush carpeting and expensive carved wood handrailings. It was brightly lit, and initially I wasn't too scared. So I started taking stairways, up, down, down, up.. I couldn't find my way back. Every once in a while I thought I heard my sister calling me very very faintly like from soooooo far away, so I'd run over to a tiny heating register (where I thought the sound had some from) and yell, "Lisa? I'm lost.... can you hear me? Lisa Lisa!!!". But no one would ever answer.
Eventually, I ended up going down a last set of wide stairs that ended in a darker room with a large table with a huge flower arrangement on it. I stopped and looked past the table, and that's where I saw (god I am getting shivers now just recalling it) what looked like a plume of breath into cold. I quickly walked towards it thinking (Oh my god - I've found a ghost!!! - I was so excited - my fear forgotten!) and as I approached I felt my body walk through a thick cold (that's the only way I can describe it). I reached out to where I saw the plume of breath, and raked my fingersthrough the air - I snatched my hand back because I felt a combination of things: sort of like running my hand through wet popping invisible sand with a mild electrical buzz to it, but I was still elated because I was thinking I had just touched a form of a ghost - maybe ectoplasm!! It was then that I noticed all the people in there, walking towards me. They were not so much decaying, but you could tell they were dead and had been for a long time - some had the warped faces I had seen on the cardboard cutouts I had seen when I first came into the building. I was going to ask them how I could help them cross over, but the word stuck in my throat when one got close enough to clasp my left hand with his icy bony dead hand. I tried to turn but found myself frozen. Then I felt a warm hand grab my right hand and pull me away from this dead guy.
It was a woman, of native decent I think, dressed in a long white night shirt. She wore no makeup, and her hair hung limply close to her face, but she was smiling and I thought - oh god, someone to help me! She led me around the corner of the staircase, and pointed to a sink with a light on over it. Lined up in the sink were large cotton balls, each with a dime-sized spot of fresh blood on them, and lined up directly opposite each cotton ball was a syringe.
That's when I woke up with a splitting headache, which I still have as I type.
Seriously the creepiest dream I have ever had. And that feeling of the "ecto" that I ran my fingers through still gives me shivers of both excitement and shock.
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Wow! Isn't it weird when you can still feel the effects of a dream even after you've woke up? You know, I almost get the feeling that there is something in your past that still bothers you that you blame yourself for. You have no control over what happened but yet you still feel absolutely rotten about it. Maybe you did something you think you probably shouldn't and you're afraid someone is going to find-out about it. The only other thing it could be is an insecurity about a certain relationship in your life, maybe a traumatic event? Thank you for telling us about this.. I too like to write down dreams especially when they are so realistic. I think it helps when you write them down and get it out of your system. I'm sorry your head still hurts.
I can imagine waking up after a dream like that, sheesh! I hope you are feeling better now though..
I agree.. it was a bizzare dream and I hope it's a long time until you have another one any where close to this! ((Hugs))
Re: My most bizarre dream ever
Well the headach did last about 3 days afterward which was really unusual for me.
The things you mention... yeah that could have been propelling the dream back then as I was having a tough time in my marriage (things are MUCH better now).
It's the imagery in my dream that still bothers me to this day... reading back over it here before I posted it last night was bizarre as it all just came back to me so clearly again!
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