So last night, for the first time in at least six years, I had a truly frightening dream.
At curtain, I was moving into my new apartment, but the apartment in my dream wasn't anything close to its real-life inspiration. Instead, it was a two-level, three-bedroom suite I was to share with two unknown females. Thinking nothing of it (one never does in dreams), I proceeded with the moving-in and decorating. The day after everything was settled, Patrick came over and we were just hanging out when a boyfriend of one of my unnamed suitemates decided to hold some sort of Satanic revival in the basement-turned-ampitheater. Patrick and I declined to participate, at which point he bound our hands and had a minion hold us at gun-point during the goings-on. I managed to free my hands and was trying to find my cell phone to dial 911, but my pocket had (as usual) a few dollars' worth of change in it. Thus, finding my phone wasn't a quiet ordeal. I woke before the situation was resolved.
Then, at about 2:00 PM today, I took an impromptu nap on my couch. During said nap, I had another, more disturbing dream. I was visiting a friend's family whose house I'd been to several times before (though not in that dream or any other I can remember). I had memories of the family claiming the house was haunted by a family of ghosts, but unlike normal ghosts, these appeared as neon-green outlines of their former selves. Needless to say, very weird. I never took them seriously, but the fear in the house was so tangible I couldn't help but wonder if there was some credibility to their story. As I was sitting in their living room, I looked over my shoulder and saw the ghost of the dead family's dog running down the stairs toward me. True to form, it was a bright, neon green. The shock of fright woke me instantly.
So yeah, sleepy-time has been fun around here lately.