I’ll skip all the details that make a dream curious to a person, and skip to the part where I notice that everything on the mantle has been removed and tossed in front of the low fire. Any closer and everything from the mantle, mostly Christmas cards and Christmas decor, would’ve contributed to a very large fire.
My dog and cat could have very well been at fault for at least part of the mess, but there is no way they would have been able to tear the cards and holiday photos that had been attached with care on evergreen garlands to the brick above the mantle. I guess you could say this was a typical creepy dream venue, where there is hardly any furniture or decor in the house, but the mantle being quite festive. So, the mess was notable. (Notable, too, is the terrible grammar in this paragraph, but whatever.)
I knew from the beginning that this new-to-us house was haunted, pure and simple, and it would not be the first time we had a haint. I could feel myself being watched. I could even feel the slight smirk being made at me.
I braced myself to perform a summoning. This entity was different than others I’ve dealt with in the past and were fairly passive. This one terrified me, but I tried to force an external look of “WTFE, this isn’t my first rodeo, idiot.”
(Note: this dream was very movie-like in many ways. In real life, I probably would have run screaming from the house. I have never performed a summoning–and never will. And I certainly would never say “my first rodeo” for anything…except maybe when it comes to work-related stuff.)
I could feel breath on my right ear, although no one was standing next to me.
“Reveal yourself!” I demanded, not wasting any time.
In the middle of the bare livingroom, while I stood on the new, taupe berber, everything turned black and white in a snap. Windows opened, and white curtains (that weren’t there before) started blowing. Rain and leaves (also appearing from nowhere) blew in circles before me.
A sinister-sounding male voice sang slowly, almost seductively:
See what’s become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
It was jarring, and not funny, cute, nor upbeat like the Bangles version.
I woke immediately and was frozen for a minute or two under my favorite (read: old and ratty) comforter. Finally, I got up to switch on the lamp(s) and bathroom light(s). I also turned on the radio just to cut through the silence in the house. I would be lying if I didn’t admit to going downstairs later on to turn on the TV and light(s) in the kitchen. Nevermind that it was barely 2 o’clock in the morning.
Malachite was sleeping on the wing back chair (also old and ratty) next to my bed, like a quiet overlord, his giant green eyes scanning me through slits. Just to prove that everything was OK and that Malachite wasn’t some leftover demonic cat from my dream, I walked over to him and stroked his belly. Loud purring ensued and the slits closed.
I’ve been very depressed lately. So much more than usual. And the dreams… I’m not having any good dreams–they are all of the emotionally scary or horror-scary variety. I guess it’s just that I’ve had a lot on my mind, and a lot on my plate. Or maybe I should skip those bedtime snacks!
Sometimes the purpose of a dream isn’t always clear, but I do believe that there is usually a message to be conveyed regardless of whether the dream is happy, scary, short, or just a curious little blip.
In this dream, my brain may have simply been playing around with a “ghosthunter” scenario. I admit, I have been watching a lot of paranormal Netflix. Or, was the real meaning to remind me that I’m living a sad life, and getting older, with nothing to show for a life lived? …or unlived?
Songwriters: Paul Simon
A Hazy Shade of Winter lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group