Thursday, December 24, 2009
this old house
I had a dream last night, I was at this old house built in colonial style. It was sort of like a winchester house, with lots of staircases and levels and hallways, and it was like a huge maze. everything was painted white and covered with dust and cobwebs. I was supposed to be going through the house like an obstacle course in competition with this other guy, and the goal was to get to the top of the house. He went first, but for some reason, I followed him, and our audience followed behind me, so it was more like him being our tour guide and everyone followed and poked around as we went along. We would go up stairs and have to turn back down because they didn't go anywhere, or staircases would move or be traps. And as we progressed, level by level, we started to hear this voice. Someone whispered that the house was haunted, and it was the voice of the ghost of the man who built the house. I could picture his face, although I didn't actually see him, and his voice was deep, booming, and threatening. It seemed like only I and the other guy could hear him, and we were both terrified. The voice was warning us about reaching the top level- that we shouldn't venture up there, that we had gone too far already. We were on the second to the last level, and there was a bed there, an old wooden bed. And I felt his presence so strongly around the bed, and the voice telling us that we were standing in the room where he died, and not to go up, DO NOT GO UP. I was so petrified of what we would find upstairs - I imagined something akin to the attic in ju-on/the grudge! I was completely frozen until the guy looked me straight in the eye, absolutely blanched of color from his face, and both of us turned around and worked our way downstairs, the crowd following us curiously. We convened on the bottom level and I remember liz and aimi poking around in this old desk that was down there. They found a bible that people had sort of turned into a guestbook, signing their names and little messages in its pages. And then I woke up.
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