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    1. Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

      by , 10-08-2015 at 01:57 PM (Here be dragons)
      Some dreams are like old, abandonned cemetary; old bones laying under the soil, mostly forgotten but lingering still.

      I am in the old house, with my family. My sister and father are cooking, the table is dressed in the kitchen. Their part of it is bathen is a golden glow, but it fade before reaching my mother and me. Nobody seem to notice, and they bring the food to the table, and everyone get a hearty helpful of pan roasted potatoes and bacon bits. It smells wonderful, my family is joking around and laughting, but I can't. Deep down, this feels sublty wrong, like I'm seeing everything through a deforming glass. The food taste good, but my stomach is tight. I feel cold and remote, I want to leave.

      I wonder how many time my subconscious is going to dig up the ghost of my childhood and the corpse of my parent's marriage.
    2. Egg-cellent

      by , 09-18-2015 at 04:09 PM (Here be dragons)
      (Bad puns make good titles )

      Woke up the first around 6 or 7 am, didn't want to check in case I could disturb the mighty sleeping kitty. Fall back asleep maybe an hour later.

      The atmosphere of this dream was slightly off, in a uneasy way. I was in this gigantic hospital, all painted white with shiny tiles on the floors and somes walls. I was wearing my oversized lab coat and carrying what looked like a dozen malformed chicken eggs in my bare hands*. The hallways and rooms were absolutly packed with people and I had to reach a specific lab, and I was scared to squash the eggs, as their shells were very soft. I took a escalator, shielding the eggs between my cupped hands, to the upper levels of this hospital and managed to reach the lab I was aiming for.

      Inside was a faceless man also in a lab coat, with dark hair. I started to hand him the eggs; I had to put them in a padded plastic box** he was holding, but he curtly stopped me when he noticed that the contents of the eggs were heterogenous***. He told me to shake them so they were homogenous, and started to pick the one I've already placed out and shaking them forcefully. I careful took one out of my hand but even a gentle shake was enough to break the shell and have the lurkwarm and slimy, light yellow content to ooze all over my hands. I did manage to shake the others without breaking them and placed them in the box. I them asked the lab man were the biological waste bin was, and were I could wash my hands. He told me to get lost.
      I found the bin and put the broken shell inside, then found the sink. It was in the same impossibly big room, but there was almost no light and my slime-covered hands didn't help. I managed to wash most of the stuff off, then woke up.

      *it seem really weird, since those eggs were obviously samples of some kind, and I risked ever to contaminate them of be contaminate by them.
      ** it looked like a tips box.
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      *** Translucent on top, yellow on the bottom. It was slighty hard to see through the shells.
    3. Demonic Intruder

      by , 06-19-2012 at 04:32 PM
      Well, can't say I'm thrilled with this morning's dream. The only humorous element was the fact that it took place in The Jefferson's TV show apartment! That was funny, and I liked being able to walk around and see it from the perspective of actually being there.

      Anyways, while I was exploring the place I noticed someone move in one of the back bedrooms. It was a guy with short curly black hair, light - almost grayish skin, and he moved in a slow, slinking way that made me feel uncomfortable. He wore a navy or black polo shirt and jeans. I knew in my gut that I had to stay away from him. He looked like a normal guy, but once he saw me, he began to morph into a more demonic appearance - heavy brow ridge, squinty evil eyes, lean ugly face, fangs, but no horns oddly.

      He came after me then, and the rest of the dream was me running from room to room trying to hide behind furniture or camera equipment and stay away from him. I kept hoping someone else would see him and stop him, but no one seemed to think anything strange about him. At least he never did catch me. This dream bothered me because I really felt afraid during it. I don't like feeling afraid. I don't really believe in things like that, but there I was afraid, angry and on the run in this dream. After I woke up, the uneasy feeling stayed with me for awhile. Why would I dream something so abstract and be afraid of it? I am pondering that, but I really don't know.