Post by bennuwings on Nov 11, 2008 16:32:26 GMT
I've been having reoccuring dreams about rooms in a dark mansion. Sometimes the rooms blur by but the feeling of them lingers, other times I can actually go into them and actually do something. This was defiantely a do something night.
The room was long and had two sets of folding doors at the end of the room for a closet. The one on the right was open and the ceiling fan in the center of the room was going pretty fast. The room was dimly lit from outside the open windows, wind blowing the drapes pretty strongly. I had a light bulb in my hand, like a vapor light bulb.
As I stood up in a chair to stand high enough to put the bulb in the ceiling fan, i got really dizzy and sat down in the chair abruptly. As the spinning and dizziness got faster I felt the chair move, like someone was moving it along.
I knew someone was moving it, so I told them it wasn't their place anymore. The chair stopped moving against a wall, and the right closet snapped open. I moved back under the ceiling fan and screwed in the lightbulb (without the chair, almost like i was floating high enough), and the bulb flickered to life, studdering.
A little girl ran out of the closet and into my arms, then she was telling me no like she didn't want to go - very conflicted. As I moved out of the room with her she started yelling no. I told her it didn't matter - that someone (she) was dead. She silenced right up like she knew what i meant.
We got about 3 steps down the carpted stairwell and then a presence came out of the room we were just in and rushed toward us (A similar girl with long black hair covering her face). She missed her lunge and tumbled down the stairs and hit the wooden landing at the bottom and I got the image of a rag doll.
She stood back up and came up the stairs again, so I grabbed her and pitched her into the living room where a group of people were waiting, sitting on the sectional couches with the lights on bright and talking cheerfully.
It ends there and i woke up, but i recognized the house and the room. It was my house a long time ago when I lived in Illinois, and the room was my brothers room at the top of the stairs. I'd always thought the house had some kind of presence in it - I never would have guessed which room though.
There have been other rooms before this one that I've traversed and done things in, but never in a house i used to live in. This was a first.
The room was long and had two sets of folding doors at the end of the room for a closet. The one on the right was open and the ceiling fan in the center of the room was going pretty fast. The room was dimly lit from outside the open windows, wind blowing the drapes pretty strongly. I had a light bulb in my hand, like a vapor light bulb.
As I stood up in a chair to stand high enough to put the bulb in the ceiling fan, i got really dizzy and sat down in the chair abruptly. As the spinning and dizziness got faster I felt the chair move, like someone was moving it along.
I knew someone was moving it, so I told them it wasn't their place anymore. The chair stopped moving against a wall, and the right closet snapped open. I moved back under the ceiling fan and screwed in the lightbulb (without the chair, almost like i was floating high enough), and the bulb flickered to life, studdering.
A little girl ran out of the closet and into my arms, then she was telling me no like she didn't want to go - very conflicted. As I moved out of the room with her she started yelling no. I told her it didn't matter - that someone (she) was dead. She silenced right up like she knew what i meant.
We got about 3 steps down the carpted stairwell and then a presence came out of the room we were just in and rushed toward us (A similar girl with long black hair covering her face). She missed her lunge and tumbled down the stairs and hit the wooden landing at the bottom and I got the image of a rag doll.
She stood back up and came up the stairs again, so I grabbed her and pitched her into the living room where a group of people were waiting, sitting on the sectional couches with the lights on bright and talking cheerfully.
It ends there and i woke up, but i recognized the house and the room. It was my house a long time ago when I lived in Illinois, and the room was my brothers room at the top of the stairs. I'd always thought the house had some kind of presence in it - I never would have guessed which room though.
There have been other rooms before this one that I've traversed and done things in, but never in a house i used to live in. This was a first.