Battles in Dreamland

3 nights in a row this week I dreamed of different people trying to attack me with a knife. I would say it’s due to the fact that i’ve been sick… (i tend to have crazy dreams when i am sick) but it’s also possible (depending on your take on dreaming) that a malicious enitity of some kind may have latched onto me. I considered this as a possibility because just prior to the knife dreams, i had a dream in which everything was nice and normal and sunny… and then suddenly an invisible force started causing me incredible pain. I don’t usually feel pain in my dreams. Nor do i encounter invisible forces or knife weilding foes.

I was actually stoked (upon awakening of course) to have another recurring nightmare challenge me. In my life i’ve had no more than a handfull recurring nightmares but they were all VERY significant. And beating them was incredibly transformative. So last night I was really excited to go to bed and try to kick some ass. I laid down and re-read a chapter on lucid dreaming in on of my favorite books to put myself in the right state of mind. Before long I fell asleep, and in the early AM I finally started dreaming. What transpired COMPLETELY caught me off guard. This is how it all went down, to the best of my memory:

I’m in a house that I’ve been to several times in past dreams. I remember it clearly. There is room on a hidden 3rd floor in this house that is old and dusty and full of plant life due to neglect. Abandoned, but fully furnished, it features an expansive loft which has tall dirty windows on one wall and looks like something out of a movie… like Dracula’s summer-home or something… I found these upper floors in earlier dreams but, in the last one, I remember being disappointed that someone sealed it off.

So anyway… I find myself at this house again. This is probably the 3rd dream sequence I’ve had for the evening. I actually DID go lucid briefly in the 2nd sequence but lost it pretty quickly. Now I’m fully immersed again and I want to show my friends this house. Ruthie is with me but she’s wearing Emily’s p-coat. Our friend Dominique is with us too and 2 other girls who I don’t recognize.

The first room we enter has tons of restaurant supplies all over. I count over 8 industrial stove-top burners around the room… some of the stoves are modular and sort of piled up in pieces against one wall. There is a short staircase on the left side of the room with more stove stuff and a bunch of silverware in those cup-shaped plastic holders that restaurants use. I try the light switch and the lights do not come on. This should have been my clue that I was dreaming but I was too immersed to realize it. Instead I commented that the owners of the house must have shut off the breakers for this floor when they sealed it off.

We walk up these stairs and continue straight ahead into a hallway with a wood and glass door on the right. There is an etching in the glass of half of a face. On the other side we see dark wood dining room furniture. Everything is covered in dust and the only light, aside from our flashlights, is coming from small distant windows. But then we look down at a table and there are four tea lights burning in a stone tea light holder.

I pause and wonder who lit the tea lights but I assume other people have been coming in here. I push open the glass door a little to show off this room and suddenly a bonfire lights itself in the fireplace and the face etching fills the rest of the way in with an iridescent green. I am still not shaken and I assume that these are special fancy features of the house… maybe triggered by opening the door to the room.

We back out of the dining room and keep going down the hall, and there is now a long staircase on the right and a door on the left. I know that the door leads to the big majestic loft and I want to save that for last so I point everyone to the right.

That’s when we see a young girl standing on the stairs, staring at us, covered in white powder. “Hello” she says. “Hello” I say back. Then she vanishes. Ruthie says “um…” and all my hair stands on end. I start pushing her to the door… “Let’s go! Let’s go! Oh shit!” and suddenly several of these ghosts materialize around the two unknown girls in our party and then vanish, taking them away with them.

Sheer panic now. “RUN!” I shout… and out of the corner of my eye I see what looks like six of these ghosts… powdery and kind of blurry… running up the stairs carrying the two struggling girls by the arms and legs.

Then I woke up. I still get chills thinking about it right now. I was TOTALLY not expecting that shit. I am still excited to go back to sleep and beat this thing, but the game has changed. I DID attempt to get back into the dream with success but only briefly… and it felt more like daydreaming and not full-blown dreaming.

Fucking… CRAZY.

Tags: dreams, lucid dreaming