Ghostly Mansion

Ok I remember being in this huge house- a house of sorts I’ve dreamed of before. I was upstairs and looking for paranormal activities. I heard the place was haunted and I was determined to get proof with my camera. I caught a few things here and there, like lights flickering. I remember other people being in the house…I don’t think I was supposed to be in the house. So I left, it was dark out, and all of a sudden these bad guys were after me. The house was on a hill and I was running down the steep driveway trying to get away from them. I remember people walking on the sidewalk below. They seemed unconcerened for me.

Dad, you’re something else

I just woke up from the worst nightmare…and the first one I’ve had in a VERY long time.

Introduction:

Nightmares are so very rare for me. So rare, in fact,that I didn’t even think to create a category for them here in my DREAM journal. Duh. I can’t even remember the last time I had one or what it was about. I did have a kind-of nightmare the other day that consisted of me having a baby, being “unaware” of this fact for about 5 months of the baby’s life, then all of a sudden having motherhood forced upon me by a child who didn’t seem to like me and puked brown vomit all over me.  But after what I experienced tonight, I don’t consider that much of a nightmare at all, more like a nightweird. Or maybe it was a nightmare and this was a night terror.

The meat of the dream:

I was in a room where my dad had appeared, bringing in gifts for Chad’s mom and mamaw. It was ‘assumed’ that mom was outside at the car getting more gifts, but I never saw her. I saw Dad and I hugged him. He was SO incredibly real. It felt like him, it smelled (almost) like him, it looked like him. He was so warm, his hug back was so vividly “Dad” that it warmed me inside and out. I came to the realization that it was a dream, so, I became lucid.  I stood next to him, with his arm around me, nuzzled into his chest, feeling the soft flesh of him underneath my cheek, the warm comfort of the father-daughter bond. Thinking to myself how it smelled like him, but was too “cottony” smelling. He had no scent of his cologne on him, which he rarely wore in his later years anyway. He was more youthful, about how he looked right before he started getting sick. Around his 70th birthday. I was so madly in love with this dream and I wanted him to know it. So I looked up at him and said “Dad, you’re my favorite dream” and when I did, he shapeshifted into something horrifying. He became this demon-like monster. Something I can only describe as the devil or one of his spawns. This creature was grotesque and scary as hell. I, being lucid, forced it to go away by repeating “No, dad, you’re my favorite dream, Jesus PLEASE take this away! ” and it went away, but Dad was gone. This image kept trying to creep back into vision, so I knew I needed to wake up. I felt myself next to Chad in a bed in that same room. I wanted HIM to wake me up and tell me everything was ok. So I started calling for help. Repeating “no” over and over again. My voice feeling weak and faint. I heard him stir next to me. I grabbed his arm, lightly thrashing about and still, in my sleep, mumbling “no” which took all the effort I could muster to say. I realized I wasn’t grabbing his arm, because it was on the wrong side of where he was sleeping in relation to me on the bed. And the sound of my own voice finally awoke me. I was in bed, clutching my own stomach like it was Chad’s arm, the dream fresh on my mind, the terror still prickly in my veins, and the relief washing over me when I saw I was safe, but the disappointment setting in that I was alone without Chad…and that the image of my dad was just a ruse.

Miscellaneous Bits of the dream sequence I remember:

I remember walking down to the end of my street. It was dark and I could barely see. I was looking for  Darlene/Jen from work. In this dream they seemed to be the same person. For ease of typing, I’ll refer to them as DJ from here on out. So DJ had left in her van to go to the store. In her van contained the body of a small girl that we were supposed to take care of in some way. I’m not sure if we were supposed to have a funeral for her or what. That part was odd. So I called her to ask where she was..there were people at the house asking for her. IDK who they were. So she texted me and said “getting ink recolored,think I should?” which seemed to be referring to a tattoo of hers that had faded. Neither D or J have a tattoo I am aware of.

I also remember a man being there, a tall man that reminded me of Donnie but he was blonde I think.

Final thoughts:

Considering I rarely have nightmares, this one really made up for it in my book. Usually a nightmare of mine consists of gruesome imagery, like someone getting decapitated by a family member or something, or one involving ghosts or being pursued by a villian and can’t move. But those are all very rare. I might only remember 1 nightmare every 6 months. This one tonight- took the cake. I am really scared to go back to sleep.

Before and After the dream:

I fell asleep with the lights on, on my back. I woke up with a heaviness in my chest, like when I snore hard, also on my back. Haylee, my 11 year old poodle, came up to me and was suddenly very interested in giving me attention and showing me “happiness”

The morning after

I just realized something. Today marks the 2 year anniversary of my dad’s death. 2 years ago I held his hand in the ICU as he squeezed it to tell me goodbye. I was ushered out by a male nurse who said I could come back in a few minutes, but I never made it back to see him before he died. I remember the look in his eyes, he knew he was dying. It had all happened so suddenly. I mean, we knew he was ill, but we thought we were taking him home that day. I didn’t realize “home” wasn’t going to be in the physical realm. How could such a lovely then terrifying dream come to me the anniversary of his death?  It’s hard not to read into that. I know dad is in heaven, so all I can assume is that the monster I saw him turn into had nothing to do with him, but rather my fears. I miss you, Dad. Always. I love you!!! -Your “Man-man”

Baby be mine…

This dream happened a week ago and I’m just now blogging it, so the details will be fuzzier. Bad, I know. But I was out of town!

Date of dream:  1/10/10

I had  a baby. Pretty sure it was a girl. I don’t remember being pregnant or going through labor, or anything like that. I just know I was there, someone told me I had a baby at home, and I accepted it. Someone handed me the baby- she was much too old to be  a newborn. She looked 5 or 6 months. Big enough to support her own head and look around. I took her home in the car and I was worried she was going to get hurt. I’d never driven a baby in a car afterall!

I guess she must have gotten car sick because when I took her up the steps and  fumbled to get us inside the house, she puked on me. It was brown vomit, too. The kind you see after getting sick off of way too much meat or something. It was so gross. So I went inside where mom was waiting. I saw her and Aunt Ann, and I asked Ann to hold the baby so I could get cleaned up. They seemed frustrated with me. Apparently they’d been caring for this baby the whole time I was gone. I still have no idea where I was. I can only assume based on the fact that I had no idea I was even pregnant or delivered a baby that I was in some sort of coma. Either way, they weren’t too pleased to see me. So I got cleaned up and I took the baby back, and I could tell this child didn’t like me, and it made me so sad. I wanted to be a loving mother towards her, but she seemed very uninterested in me.

that’s about all I remember. I know the day before Chad and I had discussed children a lot, so I know that is where this dream stemmed. I hate baby dreams, they never seem to have happy endings for me.

Beautiful Mountains

the dream has mostly escaped me…but what I do remember is going towards the mountains and they were covered in Christmas lights. It was so beautiful! It was night time and I think I was headed to see Chad. This particular area was familiar to me as a place in dreamland I’d been to before.

Scavenger Hunt

The Reality:
I spent yesterday afternoon and evening planning a scavenger hunt for my boss for his Christmas present.
The Dream:
I arrived at work to hurridly hide the presents for my boss, but instead of being at work, I was still in my house. I was getting confused as to what order the presents should be hidden (because of their corresponding clues) when my coworker Natalie appeared to help me. I told her it didn’t matter what order they were in as long as the first and last ones were right. I knew that wasn’t true but I was frantic to get them hidden before the boss came in.
Next thing I remember is being in a big lobby-type room with lots of christmas decorations. I remember thinking it was the office or family christmas dinner, but then all sorts of strangers came piling in. And there was a parade of sorts. I was NOT happy.
Then I went looking for my boss to get him to open his first gift and I found him laying painfully on my mom’s bathroom floor with a “wet floor” sign by him. He said he’d fallen but was ok- i offered him a pillow for his head. I felt to blame, because he fell while looking for one of his gifts on the scavenger hunt.

The Reality:
I believe I dreamed about a disasterous scavenger hunt because I was scared I wouldn’t get it ready before he got here, or he wouldn’t like it. I actually did get it done before he got here and he seemed to enjoy the game a lot.

Introduction to my Dream and Astral Journal

“The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.” – Anais Nin

Hi y’all! Welcome to my new dream journal. This blog will serve to chronicle everything from my most vivid dreams to the fleeting memories of the stories played in my mind as I sleep. I will also track my efforts to induce astral projection at will and the resulting adventures that ensue.

My name is Mandy, and I’m dreaming in essence…

The House of Memories

Last night I went to bed with the strong desire to attempt astral projection. I positioned myself in bed and relaxed, left the light on to ease my fear of the dark, and focused on staying conscious. I kept slipping in and out of consciousness, drifting between the dream world and the physical one. I practiced “floating” out of my body, but every time I felt like I was disconnected and tried to open my eyes, my physical eyes would open. I got frustrated and too tired to try after an hour and cut the light off and went to sleep.

That night I had one of the most vivid and fantastic dreams.

I was walking with Chad through this mall that used to have an alternate set of hallways and doors. Chad decided to return to the main portion of the mall while I decided to walk through one of the old doors to see where it led. When I walked through I took an elevator to another level that spilled out into the hallway of my house. My house was full of things I remembered from my childhood. Everything was as it was when I was a kid- from the carpets to the furniture, light fixtures, etc. I was so happy to have found this place. It was clearly abandoned, like someone cloned the house and left it in the condition I most fondly remembered it by, waiting for me to discover it someday. There was natural light coming in the house, but dusk was upon me and it was getting dark. I couldn’t seem to get any light fixtures to work, so I called Chad and told him to come find me, and to take the elevator to see this place (and to bring light bulbs) but then the lights started working so I told him “nevermind” about the bulbs. While I was waiting on him I discovered a room filled with all these Christmas decorations of my moms. Beautiful lights and wreaths lit up the room in a soft, inviting glow. I started towards the back door and a mid-40′s woman and her preteen son, both overweight, greeted me. I told them this was not their house and to go away, and they did. I remember being very territorial and NOT liking that they were there. They seemed trashy and up to no good.

I walked down the hall to go wait for chad at the elevator, but by the time he got there the house began to transform into something else. The hall became a hall of dressing rooms with curtains for doors, but I was scared to go in them. At this point I became lucid and realized I was dreaming. In between the dressing rooms were mirrors covered with curtains that matched the dressing room doors. I pulled back a curtain for just a peek but was scared to fully look at my reflection. I knew if I saw myself the dream would be over or something would happen to make this wonderful dream go away.

So Chad got there and I was showing him everything in the house, but nothing was the same now. I was able to show him the Christmas room but then when I went through another doorway we were in a Pharmacy. I assumed the pharmacy was part of the house because it too looked abandoned. I saw some drugs on the counter and went to check them out. The expiration date said May 2005. Just then 2 ladies appeared behind the counter. One scornfully asked me what I wanted and the other looked busy straightening the shelves behind them. I told her “nothing”, that I was just going to take some candy with me. She told me I had to pay for it and I told her no, I didn’t, because this was my mom’s pharmacy and she worked there. The lady didn’t care and said it didn’t matter.

…and that’s all I remember…