Unbound

I dreamt that I was in an old building. I was there on some occasion, a party or something similar.

I was in a room talking to two others when a ghost appeared from the wall. It was a woman, dressed in very fancy Baroque style clothing. She was completely white and slightly transparent.

I recognised her, she was a very famous ghost of a British lady. Her name was Mary, I can't recall her surname though. Coming to think of it, the entire house and setting was very British, so I guess that is where the dream scene took place.

I think me and the others talked about her when she passed us.

She didn't pay attention to us, she just walked past us and disappeared into the wall behind us. she didn't even turn her head, maybe she couldn't see us.

I dreamt that I was playing a board game with three others. We were in a worn down building and sitting around a table close to the window, inside a room that was part of a corridor. It was dark, cold and cloudy outside: perfect weather to be sitting inside and playing boardgames with a few friends!
We were two teams playing against each others... our side was losing. But then I managed to do a brilliant move that caused us to win!
That was the last game for the night, everyone thanked each other for a good game and stared packing up. We had been drawing the score on a nearby wall and I began cleaning it away. But then, a piece of the wallpaper fell of! Beneath it was an older wallpaper, and on it was some writing...it looked at it and saw that it was a part of something called the "Diary of Aina".

It was then that I think I became lucid!
I was interested in the writing so started reading it aloud. But when I did, I spoke in another persons voice. A voice that was darker, almost hissing and that sounded very sinister. And it was then that I felt a presence, like someone staring straight into my neck! I dared not look around, even though I knew that there would be nobody there. I knew it was the spirit of Aina, and it was in her voice that I had spoken. Through me, she told her story.

I continued reading it aloud, hesitant at first, and always it was not me speaking. But quickly I realised that I could not stop even if I wanted to, I was not even looking at the text any more! My friends were looking at me with a confused look, they didn't know what was happening, and thought I was just acting strangely. The voice kept talking until it was done reading the part of the diary that was written on the wall. By then I was terrified, and I forced myself to wake up. It was hard, but it worked.

Now I regret waking myself up of course. But the interesting thing is that I know that it was not the last time I will encounter that diary. I know there are pieces of it scattered around the dream world, still waiting to be found. If only I could remember what this one said...but I think it was a story of sadness and anger.