Gym and Dream
Back from the gym and woo! Lifted double my normal weight this time, [which is to say I went from puny weights to slightly less puny weights] and I feel goooooooooood about it in a dead noodly way. Also spending time after body-pump [weights] on the stair-climber. I am going to shed this weight!!
Other part of this post is to keep a somewhat true aspect to this journals name of 'noisy dreaming'.
I dreamt last night that I was in a very large mansion styled house, done in old sandstone.
This house was owned by shihafs family. It being the large family it is, not all the kids had their own bedrooms. On a trip to the ground floor I queried shihaf why they didn't give a certain room that we had stopped just before to one of the kids. Shihaf turned to me and said something along the lines of "That's the Winson babies room" and then opened the door to show a bedroom decked out in pink and lace in a victorian style with a double bed, dresser and cot/nursery stuff set up as if someone would be back soon.
She then proceeded to tell me about a woman who had lived in the house with shihafs' family not too long ago. [I think when shihaf's mum was young and about to get married herself.]
The woman had been recently married and given birth to a beautiful baby. But the baby wouldn't stop crying and her husband was away. The baby's crying grew like a maddened clock ringer in the womans mind and she took to the babys legs with a knife begging for it to stop crying, eventually placing/planting the baby over in a bucket.
Of course the baby is still screaming its lungs out, even more so now and the woman takes to it with the knife again, this time slicing into it's arms. With the amount of shredded baby she had left she rolled up into a blanket and sung soothing songs and it soon died.
When her husband came back she became frantic because the baby wouldn't 'wake up', so in her crazed state of mind she took to her husband with the same knife she had used to kill her baby and stabbed him multiple times until he too died.
Shihaf then closed the door and the dream faded back into the 'present' rather then the flashback I had watched of the above scene. [It truly was disturbing to watch all the above and all the way through you could feel the tension rising, and the tension didn't release at the end of the flashback.]
So shihaf opened to door to the room next door to the Winson babies room which showed itself to be a smaller guest room with a bunk bed and another single bed. Myself, shihaf and Andrea [from work, don't ask me how she suddenly appeared, it's a plot hole, my dreams are full of them.] went inside for the night. Apparently some kind of 'event' was happening at shihaf's house for which we were all staying.
All three of us talked for awhile before sleep and then settled down for the night. The tension grew higher and eventually small globs of mist about the size of a small childs head started floating around the room and settling on our limbs, pulling on our cloths/hair and making not a sound. I clearly remember one settling on my shoulder. I couldn't feel any weight, but the terror I felt was horrendous and I'm sure it was actually gnawing into my flesh.
Andrea started crying at this point saying she was sorry and that it was all her fault. At this point it all clicked that she had been the mother that had killed her baby and husband. [Again, don't ask me why she was still the same age even though the event had happened a generation ago. plothole.]
Like the smart cookies we are, we all decided that we had to leave the room and get upstairs [why? why upstairs?! actually, someone once explained that to me as a humans natural instict to seek higher ground when threatened... go figure.] So we left the room. I can't remember how hard or easy it was to do, but I do remember climbing the stairs and arriving at the lounge room with great relief.
Now while the ground floor scenes had all played out in a dark/harsh lighting effect, the lounge room was warm with yellow fire light and large brown leather couches of the worn yet comfy type and it all felt safe... until we noticed a man in the room dressed in old western styled clothes. He had open sores on his face and was fighting someone, rolling around on the floor and trying to strangle him. At some point I noticed he actually had an open gun wound to the side of his face. How he was alive I don't know. [magic word here kiddies, 'plot hole'.]
So this is about where I woke up. I don't know why the man was in the loungeroom or what happend to Andrea and the Winson baby or the ghosties that tried to eat us. I'm hoping I don't get a continuation tonight. >_>;
Other part of this post is to keep a somewhat true aspect to this journals name of 'noisy dreaming'.
I dreamt last night that I was in a very large mansion styled house, done in old sandstone.
This house was owned by shihafs family. It being the large family it is, not all the kids had their own bedrooms. On a trip to the ground floor I queried shihaf why they didn't give a certain room that we had stopped just before to one of the kids. Shihaf turned to me and said something along the lines of "That's the Winson babies room" and then opened the door to show a bedroom decked out in pink and lace in a victorian style with a double bed, dresser and cot/nursery stuff set up as if someone would be back soon.
She then proceeded to tell me about a woman who had lived in the house with shihafs' family not too long ago. [I think when shihaf's mum was young and about to get married herself.]
The woman had been recently married and given birth to a beautiful baby. But the baby wouldn't stop crying and her husband was away. The baby's crying grew like a maddened clock ringer in the womans mind and she took to the babys legs with a knife begging for it to stop crying, eventually placing/planting the baby over in a bucket.
Of course the baby is still screaming its lungs out, even more so now and the woman takes to it with the knife again, this time slicing into it's arms. With the amount of shredded baby she had left she rolled up into a blanket and sung soothing songs and it soon died.
When her husband came back she became frantic because the baby wouldn't 'wake up', so in her crazed state of mind she took to her husband with the same knife she had used to kill her baby and stabbed him multiple times until he too died.
Shihaf then closed the door and the dream faded back into the 'present' rather then the flashback I had watched of the above scene. [It truly was disturbing to watch all the above and all the way through you could feel the tension rising, and the tension didn't release at the end of the flashback.]
So shihaf opened to door to the room next door to the Winson babies room which showed itself to be a smaller guest room with a bunk bed and another single bed. Myself, shihaf and Andrea [from work, don't ask me how she suddenly appeared, it's a plot hole, my dreams are full of them.] went inside for the night. Apparently some kind of 'event' was happening at shihaf's house for which we were all staying.
All three of us talked for awhile before sleep and then settled down for the night. The tension grew higher and eventually small globs of mist about the size of a small childs head started floating around the room and settling on our limbs, pulling on our cloths/hair and making not a sound. I clearly remember one settling on my shoulder. I couldn't feel any weight, but the terror I felt was horrendous and I'm sure it was actually gnawing into my flesh.
Andrea started crying at this point saying she was sorry and that it was all her fault. At this point it all clicked that she had been the mother that had killed her baby and husband. [Again, don't ask me why she was still the same age even though the event had happened a generation ago. plothole.]
Like the smart cookies we are, we all decided that we had to leave the room and get upstairs [why? why upstairs?! actually, someone once explained that to me as a humans natural instict to seek higher ground when threatened... go figure.] So we left the room. I can't remember how hard or easy it was to do, but I do remember climbing the stairs and arriving at the lounge room with great relief.
Now while the ground floor scenes had all played out in a dark/harsh lighting effect, the lounge room was warm with yellow fire light and large brown leather couches of the worn yet comfy type and it all felt safe... until we noticed a man in the room dressed in old western styled clothes. He had open sores on his face and was fighting someone, rolling around on the floor and trying to strangle him. At some point I noticed he actually had an open gun wound to the side of his face. How he was alive I don't know. [magic word here kiddies, 'plot hole'.]
So this is about where I woke up. I don't know why the man was in the loungeroom or what happend to Andrea and the Winson baby or the ghosties that tried to eat us. I'm hoping I don't get a continuation tonight. >_>;