Hey guys! It's been a while since my last post, only because I had no idea what to write about. I've been having these really bizarre, recurring dreams lately, so I figured I'd ramble on about that.
1. I've visited this weird house in my dreams quite a bit. The house is a mansion with sprawling floors, weird staircases and an attic that scares the shit out of me. As you walk through the house, there are staircases that lead up to floors, but there are staircases that run parallel to each other as well as adjacent, so there are platforms that have four different ways to get up to it. There are also floors that have stairs leading to it, then a slight bend-around leading to more stairs. The best way I can think of to describe the layout is an old Victorian house with museum-like stairs with a Winchester Mystery House type feel. There's nothing super creepy about the stairs themselves, but the sprawling layout makes it easy to get lost, which builds panic.
As for the attic, which still creep me out thinking about it, it's a dank smelly place that's hard to see in, no matter what the lighting. To get to the attic, you go down a long, dim hallway, At the end of the hallway is a very narrow, metal spiral staircase. The stairs are so close and tight together that you have to hunch down to even walk up them. Once you reach the top of the stairs, there's a gift shop sort of place that is only illuminated by a single hanging light bulb. I call it a gift shop because there are crappy little trinkets that are creepy that seem to be for sale, but this part of the house is so far away from anything else that there's never anyone in there but me. The creepy trinket things are old toys that have eyes that stare at you. There is a little stained glass window that brings only a faint bit of illumination. If you look through the center hole of the stained glass window, which is translucent, you can see an old cafe with cars from the 1930s parked in front: Keep in mind that these dreams take place in modern times. To get into the attic, there's a folding ladder that drops down from that roof that you're supposed to climb. The opening to the attic is blacked out, there's no illumination at all, and there's a freezing cold draft coming from the opening: I've never gone into the attic.
I've dreamed about this house many times for many years, and I've been in the "gift shop" just as many. The most recent time I've visited it, I came down from the "gift shop" and as I was walking down the main flight of stairs to one of the landings, this bright, vividly colored specter came floating through the window towards me. The best way I can describe the way it looked is if you could remove everything from the human body but the veins and then pumped the brightest neon lights through them, that's how the specter looked. She introduced herself as my grandmother and I nearly choked. I had that feeling you get in dreams where you go to scream, talk or simply say anything and nothing comes out but *uuuuugggggghhhhh*. As quickly as she appeared, she left. Kara was sitting on the landing typing on her computer, unaware of the specter that was maybe thirty feet from her.
That was the last visit to the house I've had. I'll let you know if it comes back.
I've had three other recurring dreams, but I don't want this post to be a novel, so I'll post those on other days. Just so I don't forget, though, they're about Hawaii, New Mexico and Beaumont. Stay tuned!
