Nightmare...?
I had the weirdest dream ever last night. I don't remember all of it, but I definitely remember the ghosts. O__o
So I went to live in some house with a guy whom I seemed to think is my boyfriend. It was a creepy, creepy house, with parts of it always in the dark because of spoilt lights and no one in the family bothering to fix them. Yes, hardly any windows.
Anyway, I don't remember how it got to the point I'm going to talk about next, but my boyfriend began talking about death and ghosts and stuff. I was terrified - those of you who know me would find that normal. :D; Then the jerk said, "Really, but you've been living with one" and pointed to a stain in the wall.
Like that stain in dark water? Yeah.
I nearly cried.
What's worse, he went on to say that ghosts don't harm people, before calling out, "Hey Norwegian lady, ATTACK HER."
I was too shocked to even do anything when some white thing with some sort of human-shaped figure swooped out of that damn stain and charged at me. So all I did was close my eyes... only to hear my "boyfriend" laughing his ass off next to me.
"What?" I snapped. "Am I dead yet?"
"No, open your eyes."
I did. And then I screamed.
It was like looking through a skeleton mask, and I could feel something moving inside me. HOORAY POSSESSION. Though not really because it seemed like all the ghost did was ride in my body; I still had complete control of myself.
The next part of the dream was when I nearly died (out of a cardiac arrest?) and the ghost swooped at me again. I don't know what happened, but all my strength suddenly returned and I ran the hell away. XD;; After which, some random Buddhist monk appeared to say that I evaded Death because my spirit level is at some point high enough to deflect him or some such explanation, and that I should be careful because the level's liable to drop again.
I spent the rest of the dream curled up next to my stupid boyfriend with fear. While uh, the lady ghost decided to go drifting around the house.
Does this still mean that I'm stressed or what?
So I went to live in some house with a guy whom I seemed to think is my boyfriend. It was a creepy, creepy house, with parts of it always in the dark because of spoilt lights and no one in the family bothering to fix them. Yes, hardly any windows.
Anyway, I don't remember how it got to the point I'm going to talk about next, but my boyfriend began talking about death and ghosts and stuff. I was terrified - those of you who know me would find that normal. :D; Then the jerk said, "Really, but you've been living with one" and pointed to a stain in the wall.
Like that stain in dark water? Yeah.
I nearly cried.
What's worse, he went on to say that ghosts don't harm people, before calling out, "Hey Norwegian lady, ATTACK HER."
I was too shocked to even do anything when some white thing with some sort of human-shaped figure swooped out of that damn stain and charged at me. So all I did was close my eyes... only to hear my "boyfriend" laughing his ass off next to me.
"What?" I snapped. "Am I dead yet?"
"No, open your eyes."
I did. And then I screamed.
It was like looking through a skeleton mask, and I could feel something moving inside me. HOORAY POSSESSION. Though not really because it seemed like all the ghost did was ride in my body; I still had complete control of myself.
The next part of the dream was when I nearly died (out of a cardiac arrest?) and the ghost swooped at me again. I don't know what happened, but all my strength suddenly returned and I ran the hell away. XD;; After which, some random Buddhist monk appeared to say that I evaded Death because my spirit level is at some point high enough to deflect him or some such explanation, and that I should be careful because the level's liable to drop again.
I spent the rest of the dream curled up next to my stupid boyfriend with fear. While uh, the lady ghost decided to go drifting around the house.
Does this still mean that I'm stressed or what?