Glanecia
November 6th, 2006, 03:30 PM
I had a strange dream last night. (There's nothing new about that, I have strange dreams often.) I thought I'd share this one though and see if any of you have any insight as to any possible meaning.
I was a child, in this dream, with short blonde hair -about 14 years old. I'm not sure if I was a boy or a girl, but I think I might have been a boy. At any rate, I wasn't me -the person I really am. I was someone else. I was watching everything take place, almost as if I wasn't there --but I'm pretty sure the other people knew I was there - I just wasn't of any significance to them.
We walked into an old house where a family had just been murdered. It felt like they were relatives, but if so, then we didn't know them all that well. At least, I had never been in that house before, but I felt like I was familiar with the dead family. The people I was with started to pick up belongings of the dead people, to take back with them. Hmm, maybe we were thieves, who knows :P
There was a feast laid out, on many wooden tables. The dead people were sprawled out over them in random places. There was a huge open window that I stood next to while watching all of this and taking it all in. It was night time. There was a lot of blood everywhere, as if they had put up a fight. Hmmm, what else...this family wasn't very rich -the furniture was old and worn. The walls weren't painted, but there was a very high ceiling. I remember that. Also, there was a loft above, with a ladder that led up to the loft. It was just brown wood everywhere, on the walls, the loft, the floor. It was all very common-place. Oh, but the food wasn't common-place. The feast was huge and very impressive.
Well, anyways, the people I was with started to eat some of the food and I remember trying to tell them that they shouldn't. I just had a bad feeling about it. Then, the house started to shake, as if there were an earthquake. These ghosts, apparently the spirits of the dead family, came bursting into the room --they were VERY angry. The room started to shake and they were yelling at the people I was with, that "how dare they take food from the dead, and their belongings, when they had hardly been dead an hour...". Then, the house started to cave in. The loft fell down, and the house just started to slide forward, off its foundation. I ran outside, down these stairs. I was in a sort of alley-way.
Next to that house that was falling down, was a yellow house -very prim and proper. I considered breaking into that house to hide from the ghosts, but I was having second doubts, because it was wrong to break into a home. I remember wondering if anyone was home in that house. Then I started to worry that the house next store might fall onto the yellow house. Hmm, what else...the yellow house had a metal gate around it. There were flowers in the yard. It was very pretty. Then, I woke up just as it seemed the brown house was going to fall onto the yellow house.
I was a child, in this dream, with short blonde hair -about 14 years old. I'm not sure if I was a boy or a girl, but I think I might have been a boy. At any rate, I wasn't me -the person I really am. I was someone else. I was watching everything take place, almost as if I wasn't there --but I'm pretty sure the other people knew I was there - I just wasn't of any significance to them.
We walked into an old house where a family had just been murdered. It felt like they were relatives, but if so, then we didn't know them all that well. At least, I had never been in that house before, but I felt like I was familiar with the dead family. The people I was with started to pick up belongings of the dead people, to take back with them. Hmm, maybe we were thieves, who knows :P
There was a feast laid out, on many wooden tables. The dead people were sprawled out over them in random places. There was a huge open window that I stood next to while watching all of this and taking it all in. It was night time. There was a lot of blood everywhere, as if they had put up a fight. Hmmm, what else...this family wasn't very rich -the furniture was old and worn. The walls weren't painted, but there was a very high ceiling. I remember that. Also, there was a loft above, with a ladder that led up to the loft. It was just brown wood everywhere, on the walls, the loft, the floor. It was all very common-place. Oh, but the food wasn't common-place. The feast was huge and very impressive.
Well, anyways, the people I was with started to eat some of the food and I remember trying to tell them that they shouldn't. I just had a bad feeling about it. Then, the house started to shake, as if there were an earthquake. These ghosts, apparently the spirits of the dead family, came bursting into the room --they were VERY angry. The room started to shake and they were yelling at the people I was with, that "how dare they take food from the dead, and their belongings, when they had hardly been dead an hour...". Then, the house started to cave in. The loft fell down, and the house just started to slide forward, off its foundation. I ran outside, down these stairs. I was in a sort of alley-way.
Next to that house that was falling down, was a yellow house -very prim and proper. I considered breaking into that house to hide from the ghosts, but I was having second doubts, because it was wrong to break into a home. I remember wondering if anyone was home in that house. Then I started to worry that the house next store might fall onto the yellow house. Hmm, what else...the yellow house had a metal gate around it. There were flowers in the yard. It was very pretty. Then, I woke up just as it seemed the brown house was going to fall onto the yellow house.