A dream
Last night I had a very long, intense, vivid dream about ghosts. Here's what I remember.
It took place in a house that was some strange mixture of my house and my friend Dylan's. It started with Nile and I drinking and telling ghost stories. At some point, I went into the basement where I found Dylan. There were some people over who were all concentrated in one big room. There was a back part of the basement that was just a long dark corridor. After a bit, I turned to Dylan and asked him, "Dylan, do you ever feel like this house is evil?" Immediately after saying this, I had an overwhelming realization that there was something else in the basement that was completely full of hate. Dylan turned around and said, "Now that you mention it, yeah." Eventually the people all left and I decided to sleep in the basement. (good decision) I barely slept all night because I was so terrified of what might happen. I heard lots of whispers and an occasional scream echoing from the corridor. The next morning as I was climbing upstairs, I noticed the word "LEAVE" clawed into the concrete wall. I went upstairs to Nile's apartment and asked him about the ghost. He said he had been hearing things all night and had seen someone standing in his room every time he woke up. The strange thing is that the house was completely normal all day and it only got scary at night.
That's most of what I remember. I think the dream continued and we eventually moved out of the house. But the things that really stood out to me about this dream are the fact that is seemed like it lasted for days, and in the dream, I experienced an intense feeling of dread. I felt more scared than I have been in a very long time. But when I woke up, I wasn't scared at all. Usually when I have a nightmare I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat or something.
My dreams have been so vivid these past months.
Also, I'm going to try to use my livejournal a fair amount when I'm on tour.
It took place in a house that was some strange mixture of my house and my friend Dylan's. It started with Nile and I drinking and telling ghost stories. At some point, I went into the basement where I found Dylan. There were some people over who were all concentrated in one big room. There was a back part of the basement that was just a long dark corridor. After a bit, I turned to Dylan and asked him, "Dylan, do you ever feel like this house is evil?" Immediately after saying this, I had an overwhelming realization that there was something else in the basement that was completely full of hate. Dylan turned around and said, "Now that you mention it, yeah." Eventually the people all left and I decided to sleep in the basement. (good decision) I barely slept all night because I was so terrified of what might happen. I heard lots of whispers and an occasional scream echoing from the corridor. The next morning as I was climbing upstairs, I noticed the word "LEAVE" clawed into the concrete wall. I went upstairs to Nile's apartment and asked him about the ghost. He said he had been hearing things all night and had seen someone standing in his room every time he woke up. The strange thing is that the house was completely normal all day and it only got scary at night.
That's most of what I remember. I think the dream continued and we eventually moved out of the house. But the things that really stood out to me about this dream are the fact that is seemed like it lasted for days, and in the dream, I experienced an intense feeling of dread. I felt more scared than I have been in a very long time. But when I woke up, I wasn't scared at all. Usually when I have a nightmare I wake up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat or something.
My dreams have been so vivid these past months.
Also, I'm going to try to use my livejournal a fair amount when I'm on tour.