Weird Dream...
My cell phone rings as there's a knock on the door. As I go down the stairs to answer the door, I ignore the call on my cell phone. Hurrying down the stairs I get there to open it in time to see and older woman, probably in her forties, with redish curly hair, walk off my long wooden deck because it took me so long to answer.
"Can I help you?" I ask.
"Yes." she says, and I feel as though I know her. She starts to mumble something of a reply and I can't help but check my phone to see who called. It was an unsaved number, so there was no name with the number.
"Did you just call me?" I ask her.
"No...but I was....." she was cut off by my head jerk. I looked over and saw my neighbor. She's a younger woman, still older than me, skinny, with straight dark hair that comes to about mid-neck.
"Catherine, help Catherine!!" she yells. I look across the street to the open field and see Catherine a girl slightly older than myself, a girl of needs and constant supervision, walking aimlessly in the field. I sprint over to her and the situation is ominously familiar. As I approach Catherine, she is wearing a long black cloak. She is headed right for a dip in the field.
"Catherine!" I yell. As I get closer to her, a figure appears behind her. It is a scary figure, a woman. Very old, with long frizzy hair. It is black with many gray highlights. Her face is wrinkled with time, and she almost crone-like. Catherine then disappears and my focus is now on this horrific person. She is like an aged version of the girl from the Ring. And she reaches our for me. Her arm extends to accomodate the distance between us but I dodge her. Just then she disappears. Suddenly the field is full of supernatual creatures that are all coming after me. There is a tall man in shiny silver...armor if you will. It's not a full suit of armor, just the chest plate. He is wielding a sword and he begins to come after me. All the other creatures are frozen at this time. He chases me and and tries to hack me with the sword with an over the head type of swing. I duck behind a tree and the blade becomes stuck in the ground. He then freezes and the headless horsemen comes to life. He is preceded by two hounds. Kind of like the british fox hunt, and I'm the fox. The dogs are connected with a rope, that also runs to the horseman. I'm surrounded. He trots one way and the dogs go the other. They tangle me up in the rope and I fall. The horseman takes out his sword and tries to impale me. He misses, and it goes through the amored man instead. I grab the sword from the ground and in one motion pull the sword out of the ground and slit the mans throat at the same time. Next is the crone. She really didn't disappear but reappeared at a safe distance to watch her game. She appears next to me and her throat is next to be slit. I start to go after the horseman, when a Blue 1997 Chevy pickup truck flies into the field. That's my next challenge. He's after me too.
Just then, in the dream, I wake up. My roommate is standing next to me. Outside of the dream, I don't know my roommate. My only description of him is that he's my age, my hieght, and a little heavier. His hair is brown and buzzed. He asked me what was wrong and I told him "bad dream." He asked me about it and I told him it would be a good horror movie. He becomes uninterested. I ask him why he was up. He said to take Richard to the airport. Richard, like outside of the dream is the Australian foreign exchange student I met this semester. Richard walks into the room as I begin to write down the dream within a dream. His bags are packed and he is walking toward me to say goodbye. As he nears me, a girl pops up behind him. She is younger than me with Irishly red hair. She has freckles and she yanks back a knife as if to stab Richard. I scream and they all start to laugh. They were mocking my dream as if they knew what I dreampt. Just then a Blue 1997 Chevy pickup truck pulls out of the driveway next us blairing his country music. It freaks me out, and in the dream it then occurs to me that I am still dreaming, and that I need to wake up and write my dream down. I force myself to wake up and go to my computer to write this down.
I don't know what this dream means if anything. But it's just weird to me, that I felt the need to write it. And that in the dream I was writing down the dream. As I type this down, I remember my other posts on this. More specifically, my other dreams. In my last wierd dream I was killed because I was set up by a little boy. In this dream I was almost killed by trying to help someone. Are my dreams trying to tell me that I'm too trusting? Are they warning me? Am I too willing to help people and it's only going to lead to my demise, whether it be physical or mental? I don't know. But it still freaked me out.
Until Next Time....
"Can I help you?" I ask.
"Yes." she says, and I feel as though I know her. She starts to mumble something of a reply and I can't help but check my phone to see who called. It was an unsaved number, so there was no name with the number.
"Did you just call me?" I ask her.
"No...but I was....." she was cut off by my head jerk. I looked over and saw my neighbor. She's a younger woman, still older than me, skinny, with straight dark hair that comes to about mid-neck.
"Catherine, help Catherine!!" she yells. I look across the street to the open field and see Catherine a girl slightly older than myself, a girl of needs and constant supervision, walking aimlessly in the field. I sprint over to her and the situation is ominously familiar. As I approach Catherine, she is wearing a long black cloak. She is headed right for a dip in the field.
"Catherine!" I yell. As I get closer to her, a figure appears behind her. It is a scary figure, a woman. Very old, with long frizzy hair. It is black with many gray highlights. Her face is wrinkled with time, and she almost crone-like. Catherine then disappears and my focus is now on this horrific person. She is like an aged version of the girl from the Ring. And she reaches our for me. Her arm extends to accomodate the distance between us but I dodge her. Just then she disappears. Suddenly the field is full of supernatual creatures that are all coming after me. There is a tall man in shiny silver...armor if you will. It's not a full suit of armor, just the chest plate. He is wielding a sword and he begins to come after me. All the other creatures are frozen at this time. He chases me and and tries to hack me with the sword with an over the head type of swing. I duck behind a tree and the blade becomes stuck in the ground. He then freezes and the headless horsemen comes to life. He is preceded by two hounds. Kind of like the british fox hunt, and I'm the fox. The dogs are connected with a rope, that also runs to the horseman. I'm surrounded. He trots one way and the dogs go the other. They tangle me up in the rope and I fall. The horseman takes out his sword and tries to impale me. He misses, and it goes through the amored man instead. I grab the sword from the ground and in one motion pull the sword out of the ground and slit the mans throat at the same time. Next is the crone. She really didn't disappear but reappeared at a safe distance to watch her game. She appears next to me and her throat is next to be slit. I start to go after the horseman, when a Blue 1997 Chevy pickup truck flies into the field. That's my next challenge. He's after me too.
Just then, in the dream, I wake up. My roommate is standing next to me. Outside of the dream, I don't know my roommate. My only description of him is that he's my age, my hieght, and a little heavier. His hair is brown and buzzed. He asked me what was wrong and I told him "bad dream." He asked me about it and I told him it would be a good horror movie. He becomes uninterested. I ask him why he was up. He said to take Richard to the airport. Richard, like outside of the dream is the Australian foreign exchange student I met this semester. Richard walks into the room as I begin to write down the dream within a dream. His bags are packed and he is walking toward me to say goodbye. As he nears me, a girl pops up behind him. She is younger than me with Irishly red hair. She has freckles and she yanks back a knife as if to stab Richard. I scream and they all start to laugh. They were mocking my dream as if they knew what I dreampt. Just then a Blue 1997 Chevy pickup truck pulls out of the driveway next us blairing his country music. It freaks me out, and in the dream it then occurs to me that I am still dreaming, and that I need to wake up and write my dream down. I force myself to wake up and go to my computer to write this down.
I don't know what this dream means if anything. But it's just weird to me, that I felt the need to write it. And that in the dream I was writing down the dream. As I type this down, I remember my other posts on this. More specifically, my other dreams. In my last wierd dream I was killed because I was set up by a little boy. In this dream I was almost killed by trying to help someone. Are my dreams trying to tell me that I'm too trusting? Are they warning me? Am I too willing to help people and it's only going to lead to my demise, whether it be physical or mental? I don't know. But it still freaked me out.
Until Next Time....