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 were attached to the brick above the mantle.
This house was haunted, pure and simple. This would not be the first time we had a haint.
We hadn’t lived there that long and the entire living room was bare. So it was easy for me to feel like I had the space to do a summoning.
This one was slightly different and it terrified me, although I tried to force an external look of “WTFE, this isn’t my first rodeo, idiot.” When I demanded “Reveal yourself!” in the middle of the bare livingroom, standing on the beige carpet, a sinister male voice sang slowly into my right ear:
See what’s become of me
While I looked around
For my possibilities
Trust me, this voice was jarring, and not funny, cute, nor upbeat like the Bangles version. I woke immediately and had to get up and turn on the radio just to cut through the silence in the house.
Malachite was sleeping on the old wing back chair next to my bed and I could feel his giant green eyes watching 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.
Sometimes the purpose of a dream isn’t always clear. In this dream, my brain may have simply been playing around with a “ghosthunter” scenario. 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?
Songwriters: Paul Simon
A Hazy Shade of Winter lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group