Month: August 2007

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Nightmares

Nightmare #79 – Hungry Ghosts

(Male) I’m embarrassed to try to explain this nightmare since it sounds so wiggy but I have to tell you that I woke up in the middle of the night too scared even to turn on the light! I was at my Grandmother’s house which still had to be straightened up and sold, which is a little strange because she’s been dead for 20 years now. The house was never in the greatest part of town and in the dream at least, it seems to have gotten worse over time.

…It was near midnight and we were also waiting for a friend of mine to arrive…

It was near midnight and we were also waiting for a friend of mine to arrive. He was passing through town and needed a place to stay just for that night. We wanted to keep the front door open so we could see him when he arrived but we didn’t want to leave it all unlocked. Around midnight a car pulled up across the street and this very tall man gets out and walks up to my grandmother’s porch. I say “Craig, I’m so glad you found the place. Sorry I forgot to leave the porch light on. Come on in.” The man enters and said something about “We knew right where to look.” I noticed that the car across the street hadn’t pulled away yet.

But that all became of second importance when I remembered that one of the reasons we hadn’t cleaned out my Grandmother’s house was that it was haunted. I didn’t want the ghost to embarrass me in front of my friend so I started to say a prayer — in my dream, the ghost was very pious and obeyed God — and in the middle of my prayer, the ghost started talking to me, trying to interrupt me. It even told me its name which it just said over and over and over (and which I have forgotten now that I’m awake.) I became immediately afraid for a daughter I had in the dream. I actually have a daughter who is much older but in the dream my daughter was only 9 years old and peacefully asleep in an upstairs room. I was afraid that the ghost would hurt her even more than I was afraid that the man I had let in the house wasn’t my friend at all. When I got upstairs, I discovered the place crawling with creatures who liked to eat human flesh. They were very calm about it. They strolled through the rooms looking at the furnishing like they were window shopping at a store while they casually talked about their favorite ways to cook people. They didn’t seem to recognize that I was a human yet so I thought I could slip amongst them and get to my daughter’s room. But as I passed close enough to a pair of them, the squirted some kind of poison in my mouth. As I collapsed, I heard them say “And you’re the kind we like to roast.”

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Nightmares

Nightmare #83 The Sick Scavenger Hunt and The Fall-Apart Car

I was doing this scavenger hunt with a couple friends, though the clues seemed particularly demented and sick. The whole plot of the scavenger hunt was that we were looking for a child that had been kidnapped by a serial killer which even inside the dream seemed a little tasteless as a premise for a scavenger hunt. There were ransom notes written in crayon in a child’s hand that we had to decipher, etc.

There were three of us on our team. We each drove our own cars for some reason which seemed stupid to me because that just meant we could get lost. My car was the strangest thing but in the dream, it was normal. The car came in two parts, the front half had the motor and the steering wheel and foot pedals, and the back half started with the front seat. The way it worked was that the driver would get in, lift his feet and grab the steering wheel and pull until the two halves clicked together. We were in a hurry, I guess, because when I tried to fasten my car together, it didn’t quite click. There was a wide gap between the sections. When I got on the expressway, snow started to blow inside the car, mounds of snow that drifted up on the dashboard making it difficult to see. I turned on the heater to melt it which helped a little. Then I realized that the car really was not fastened together at all, that if I let go of the steering wheel the motored part would shoot off down the road out of control and the passenger section would smash into the car behind me. I drove along trying to keep up with the others because I was in an unfamiliar town but eventually I got lost and had to maneuver the car into a parking structure.

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Nightmares

Nightmare #82 Train and Typing

This dream just started strange but got scary.

I was at a farm that belongs to one of my relatives. It was twilight but I was still playing catch out back of the farmhouse with someone. A train went by remarkably close to the farm. Inside the train were passengers and they were all sitting like they were on a subway car more than like they were on a train. Through the windows of the train I was able to recognize one of the passengers. He was a long-time friend of my dad’s. His car whizzed by and I looked inside another car. This friend of my dad was in that car too. This happened again and again while the train passed. There were probably a dozen instances of my dad’s friend in that train. By the time the train passed by, it was fully dark, that deep black kind of in the country dark. I was alone. I ran alongside a row of bushes in this pitch blackness. I knew where I was and that soon I’d be near the house but I tripped over something and landed in a gravel path.

I woke up. This was such a strange dream that I started to write it down so I could remember it in the morning. Except as I wrote it down, as soon as my cursor moved away from the words it had typed, the words started to change. It was sort of like that annoying feature on Microsoft Word that automatically corrects your words but this had some kind of intelligence. It changed my writing to the present tense and started to describe how I was being stalked by a creature that wanted to tear me apart. I kept typing and it kept correcting me until the final words were “Look behind you.” I kept trying to wake up for real.

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Nightmares

Nightmare #81 – Ghost + Cat

I was in someone else’s house, a bright modern style house, on the second story in the bedroom the owners were letting me stay in. I became aware of the fact, somehow, that there was ghost lurking behind this small, gold painted door in the wall. The door was probably no bigger than 9″ or 10″ but it opened up into another full-sized room. I couldn’t resist opening the door and taking a peek. That’s how I learned both about the ghost and the full-sized room. I quickly closed the door and said some kind of prayer that God would keep the ghost on the other side of the door. It made perfect sense in the dream.

But then I realized that the family’s housecat had snuck into the room while I had the door open. I had to come up with a way to open the door, lure the cat out and keep the ghost locked away. At that point the dream became less a nightmare and more an anxiety dream, one verging on slapstick.

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Nightmares

Nightmare #80 – Doll of Death

(Male, 30’s) The other night I dreamt about a doll, maybe 18 inches tall with the proportions of a baby. It was heavy for a toy and the surface of it’s skin felt like dirt, like soil with a high content of clay. The doll fell like it could have been made out of earth but it was solid like a like any other doll. It’s face was a cheery smile but it’s color, both of its fleshtone and its clothes were ashen grey. It was a doll that somehow represented death. Maybe it actually was death.

Its clothing was distinctive as well. Grey corduroy over-alls with a small satchel that it carried around its neck. The satchel represented a traditional item worn my people in my family (in the dream) an item that we received when we joined the family. The satchel is supposed to contain a few handfuls of seeds, some special variety of grain that the family had perfected over the centuries, I think it was a kind of rye that grows in particularly rocky terrain at particularly high altitudes. (I should mention that I don’t really come from such a family!) I think the idea here was that if you had that satchel, you’d never go hungry because you could always grow your crops again.

But the doll was dead. Somehow it had been allowed to die, as if dolls can die. I looked into the satchel and it only had lint and a few hardened clumps of something. There didn’t appear to be any seeds left.

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Other Haunts papercraft

Munster’s Car Papercraft

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As a kid, I preferred the Addams Family to The Munsters but you’ve got to admit that the the cars that the Munsters drove were pretty cool. Here is a papercraft version of the Barris designed Munster Koach. The guy who turned this car into a paper model has a link for donations so send him a buck or two. The model is quite fantastic.

http://paperinside.com/munster-koach/