Damn, where to start on the dreams front. I must have one f*cked up mind, I seem to have nightmares every other week, extremely disturbing ones too, and they seem to last forever. Right, let's see...
Well, I was in my old house (this dream is off a while ago, so the details are a bit fuzzy, wish you could record your dreams, anyway), in the kitchen when three extremely tall skeletons with old leather, shin-high boots and long straggly hair walked in. Surrounding me, blocking my path out. One of them reached out and scratched the top of my head. Now this may sound weird, but I actually felt it and it hurt (anybody else experienced this is a dream?) I bolted out of the house and into the street. It's night-time. In the main road are three rotten corpses, dressed in smart, evening wear, as if they were going for a posh meal. The are slowly dancing, clumsy, they have top hats on too. Really horrible too, they are shiny, slimy, dripping as they are rotting through the clothes. One of them is clinging to some railings by my old house, swaying when his whole face falls off and lands face-up (no pun intended) onto the road. It starts laughing, horrible laugh though, gargled, deep, really horrible, I can still remember it.
I run out of the street and straight into a subway (which funnily isn't there in real life) I keep running and evenyually come to my old friend Brian's house. He takes me into the house but once he closes the door, we are in a white room with no windows, no doors, a single old couch on one side of the room, and an old TV on the other. We sit down with his gran on the couch (who was looking after him). As we do, the weather comes on, the weather shows the map of England with what looks like four large birds moving towards the North of England (where I live). The weather man says, and at about four thirty the wrinklies will be entering northern england. I check my watch and it reads 4:30. At that point the room rapidly begins to fill with water, it's raining heavily from above too, I can't see under the water but feel things pushing and touching. Suddenly (and this scared the shit out of me, one of those forceful wake-up moments) a snarling man's face burts out of the water, it's sickly blue, snarling his teeth. He has one of those hanging bits of skin coming from his forehead that turkeys do, he has a large bird body, maybe a huge turkeys or an ostrich and he's rapidly swimming towards my face, still snarling, shaking his head rapidly, in a frenzy....I wake up.
Other dreams are just as weird, some even scarier. One I had just recently involved smoking. I smoke occasionaly when I go out for a drink with friends. Parents are always getting on at me to stop, how bad it is. What I remember from this dream is sitting in my living room with family. Suddenlt the living room starts to turn old, decayed, rotten, dusty and dirty. My view pans to my family members who are now in their seats, but with medical oxygen masks on, skin wrinkled and dying, eyes hazy and almost closed, wheezing, trying to speak. All looking at me, pointing. Now before this I was aware of sitting next to my mother. I still am, I feel her put her arm around me but it feels crackly, dusty, stiff. I turn and look and I'll never forget this, her face has decayed, she has no eyes, her teeth are showing and her dead skin is flaking off onto me and she speaks, something about, it's alright, give your mam a hug, but I just wanted to be away, another one of those moments where you wake yourself up with a scream. Truly horrific image.
As for scary things in reality. No shit, this happened. Was downstairs playing Goldeneye yonks ago, 3 player with my brother and sister, probably 6-7 years ago. It was about 3 in the morning (school hols). I had finished playing and decided to go to bed. The only light that was on was the living room. I had to go through the kitchen, then the landing to get to the stairs (both of which were not pitch black because of the living room light, but quite dark anyway). I went into the kitchen, put my dog to bed, then headed to the landing. Well (shit, shivering typing this, memories are coming back, haven't thought of this in years, damn this topic!) I got about half-way down the landing when my path was blocked by what I can only describe as a dark shape, about my height (I am seriously not liking this typing rememberance thing). It was just there, in my way, a dark, human sized black shape, a dark figure, in the dark with me, about 6 feet away. Well, I bolted, back into the living room, wouldn't go upstairs without my bro, sis or the dog, kept the dog locked in my bedroom all night, never slept a wink, not at all, never been soo scared in my life ever. Still do not know what it was, but I don't ever want to see anything like that again. Maybe a ghost, maybe a trick of the mind (doubt it), dunno, but inbelievably scary none-the-less.
Well, that's me.
Mick.
