Ghosty dreams
Jan. 27th, 2005 04:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elabyI had quite an interesting dream involving ghosts, crucifiction, and
Satan before my alarm woke me up. Dude, what does THAT say about my
subconscious?
In
the dream, I was about 7 or 8, and I wasn't me at that age, I was
someone else. I was living in a first-floor apartment building and I
had this friend about my age who was a "detective", only she worked out
ghost mysteries. She was going over to another first-floor apartment
where a little girl our age had just died, because she kept seeing her
ghost.
So I reluctantly came along, terrified, because she just
told me it was a nifty detective game at first. When I got into the
girl's room I said it looked just like a room where someone had died,
and they left it just the same after, and my friend was tearing the
place apart looking for clues. I just sort of stood around with my
knees shaking. The ghost of the dead girl was there some of the time,
and talking to my friend, but she faded after a while. My friend found
this puffy blue parka and told me to put it on, because I'd see things
if I did and it would be helpful. I was like "Why do *I* have to?!" but
I did anyway, and when I put it on, I felt things well up in my mouth.
I spit out two puffy blue mittens and a yellow parka hood before my
friend took the jacket off me so I wouldn't choke to death.
Then
we looked around a bit more, and we saw, in the hallway, this little
bald boy with purple skin and glowing green eyes. My friend said "Hey,
you can't be here!" and he ran off down into the cellar. My friend
followed, and not wanting to be left alone, I went after her down the
wooden stairs. She kept running really far ahead of me and I was still
terrified. So finally we got to this room that had a door in it leading
outside, which was slightly open, and there was a little girl (about 3
or 4) sitting by it. She turned around and her face went all evil and
demon-like, and said something about how if we were there and we found
out, we would ruin her plans. From this, we knew that the little dead
girl's GHOST was being possessed by some sort of evil spirit. So we
went back upstairs, and when we got there my friend's mother was there
and she yelled at my friend for tearing the house apart of their
neightbors who were in mourning and all that, and said my friend had to
sleep over in the neighbors' bed. She sent me home.
When I went
back, the Fellowship (of the Ring) was randomly there, and they all
looked at me like I was crazy and mean for violating the apartment.
During dinner, which was outside, and there was a lightning storm.
During the storm, there was a lightning strike that blinded everyone
except me - it was supposed to blind everyone. And during the lightning
strike, I saw the little dead girl (whose name was Alithea, which is
from my Restoration Drama reading this week) and she was glowing green.
Some boy who lived with us and was Muslim told me some kind of Islamic
legend about people who can see during that kind of lightning strike.
The
next day, I was just watching and not in the girl's body like I had
been the first day. The girl who had been me went to get her friend. We
went by this church were they were crucifying the pastor, because he
was tolerant and the parishoners were nutso. He was going to let them
crucify him because he loved them so much. He kind of looked like David
Thewlis. Also, at this time, there was a guy who looked like Jesus
(interestingly) who was wearing a suit and sitting across the street,
with something from the dead girl's house, watching with amusement.
This was Satan.
They were about to crucify the guy (and we were going to try to stop them) when my alarm went off.
Satan before my alarm woke me up. Dude, what does THAT say about my
subconscious?
In
the dream, I was about 7 or 8, and I wasn't me at that age, I was
someone else. I was living in a first-floor apartment building and I
had this friend about my age who was a "detective", only she worked out
ghost mysteries. She was going over to another first-floor apartment
where a little girl our age had just died, because she kept seeing her
ghost.
So I reluctantly came along, terrified, because she just
told me it was a nifty detective game at first. When I got into the
girl's room I said it looked just like a room where someone had died,
and they left it just the same after, and my friend was tearing the
place apart looking for clues. I just sort of stood around with my
knees shaking. The ghost of the dead girl was there some of the time,
and talking to my friend, but she faded after a while. My friend found
this puffy blue parka and told me to put it on, because I'd see things
if I did and it would be helpful. I was like "Why do *I* have to?!" but
I did anyway, and when I put it on, I felt things well up in my mouth.
I spit out two puffy blue mittens and a yellow parka hood before my
friend took the jacket off me so I wouldn't choke to death.
Then
we looked around a bit more, and we saw, in the hallway, this little
bald boy with purple skin and glowing green eyes. My friend said "Hey,
you can't be here!" and he ran off down into the cellar. My friend
followed, and not wanting to be left alone, I went after her down the
wooden stairs. She kept running really far ahead of me and I was still
terrified. So finally we got to this room that had a door in it leading
outside, which was slightly open, and there was a little girl (about 3
or 4) sitting by it. She turned around and her face went all evil and
demon-like, and said something about how if we were there and we found
out, we would ruin her plans. From this, we knew that the little dead
girl's GHOST was being possessed by some sort of evil spirit. So we
went back upstairs, and when we got there my friend's mother was there
and she yelled at my friend for tearing the house apart of their
neightbors who were in mourning and all that, and said my friend had to
sleep over in the neighbors' bed. She sent me home.
When I went
back, the Fellowship (of the Ring) was randomly there, and they all
looked at me like I was crazy and mean for violating the apartment.
During dinner, which was outside, and there was a lightning storm.
During the storm, there was a lightning strike that blinded everyone
except me - it was supposed to blind everyone. And during the lightning
strike, I saw the little dead girl (whose name was Alithea, which is
from my Restoration Drama reading this week) and she was glowing green.
Some boy who lived with us and was Muslim told me some kind of Islamic
legend about people who can see during that kind of lightning strike.
The
next day, I was just watching and not in the girl's body like I had
been the first day. The girl who had been me went to get her friend. We
went by this church were they were crucifying the pastor, because he
was tolerant and the parishoners were nutso. He was going to let them
crucify him because he loved them so much. He kind of looked like David
Thewlis. Also, at this time, there was a guy who looked like Jesus
(interestingly) who was wearing a suit and sitting across the street,
with something from the dead girl's house, watching with amusement.
This was Satan.
They were about to crucify the guy (and we were going to try to stop them) when my alarm went off.
