OMusique

July 18, 2013

I am at a four-story mansion with many of my close friends. At the time I am in a lavish bedroom with a girl. I cannot remember who the girl was. There is an electronic piano in the bedroom. Soon the owner of the mansion comes in to take a shower in the adjacent room. He tells myself and the girl to do whatever we like, implying we make out. However, I am too scared for that. Instead I play a song on the piano. It is a French song and is difficult for me to play. Then, all throughout the house a phone rings. Since the owner is in the shower no one answers it for a while. But, there is a red phone on the bed and so I, looking cautiously at my female friend, answer it. The phone is a woman speaking French and so I have no idea what she is saying until she says the title of the piano piece I was just playing. Then without warning, I hear two gunshots over the phone. Her voice stops for a second but then continues as if nothing had happened. I am terrified but infer that the woman wants to hear the French piece on the piano. I play a recording of it but am unsure it will satisfy her because it is so mechanical sounding. Soon the owner steps out of the shower and I rush to tell him what happened. I am obviously more concerned than he is. From there, we all walk around the house. I observe the very top floor, located at the top of a grand staircase. It is completely dark. I ask the owner what happened to the top floor. “All the lights just burnt out at once.” I now sit in the kitchen with some other friends. Out of the corner of my eye I see a dark spot appear on the carpet in the joining room. The spot scurries across the carpet. I pay little attention. Another spot appears as if from the existence of the first. By now this has the attention of TB and others. The spots are moving closer to us, crawling. Up close, it is clear that they are spiders, slowly multiplying. I am overcome with an urge to leave the room and act accordingly. I head to the top of the grand staircase where my friend JK is sitting. At this point I am overcome with grief. We started with so many companions and at each stop some people died. I did not want to die. This house seemed so deadly. It was creating fear with increasing intensity. I was on the verge of tears. Before any monstrous events could take place, several taxis arrived on the floor below the grand staircase that were able to take us all away from this house. I woke up.