Dream: House of the Rising Sun
"There is a house in New Orleans-- It's called the Rising Sun..." *sings*
Seriously... dreams with theme songs rock.
Just had this one and it was too good to not write down before going back to sleep-- yes, I wake up several times a night... usually between REM cycles and usually because my husband invades my side of the bed with an elbow as his natural instinct to "be close" kicks in...
I imagine this dream is connected somehow with my favorite TV show-- Supernatural. It was on TV last night and they did hunt a creature... in a wax museum, but the scene was forested and had a log cabin.
Jordan and I, in the dream, went into this ghost town (just a simple dirt road cul-de-sac that goes through a clearing in the forest-- there are houses on both sides of the road) to find out why it was deserted. One building in the town-- a large wooden house that kinda looked like the Amityville house (only it was not painted, but aged, varnished wood) overlooks almost everything in town-- looked like it was a good spot to sit and wait for the "ghosts" we were hunting so the place wouldn't be a ghost town to come out (You really could see everything from the upstairs window in this house. While we're sitting there, upstairs, the sun starts to make its descent on the horizon... and something in the house stirs.
Several human-like creatures come out from the dark corners of the house and congregate in the hallways and main rooms-- waiting for the sun to go down. It's at this time I realize that we've made our "base" in the same house what we're hunting has made their base. So I convince Jordan that we ought to go out the front door. He agrees.
We go downstairs and are immediately engulfed in denizens of the night. However, we manage to avoid getting caught by forcing them into beams of the fading sunlight. The leader of the beasts, who was wearing a red, brown and green long-sleeved flannel shirt is there taunting us, "You think you'll get away? Think again. No one ever does."
Finally, we manage to get to the threshold where we get in a verbal battle with their whole ghost gang... the leader and standing next to him a furry looking fellow in a Bear suit... (at least that's what it looked like).
Finally, Jordan and I turn and run! The sun is on its final descent.
A small, white pickup truck (with an amazingly large cab) pulls up beside us with several of my HS friends in the car (Angela, Tasha and Brandon-- Probably in the dream because Angela visited me this week and we talked about people we still speak to from HS-- people like Tasha and Brandon)... we drive the group to Tasha's black street car (which isn't her car IRL)... and then speed out of town on the dirt road *just* as the sun goes down.
Flipping on the radio, the song "House of the Rising Sun" by CCR comes on.... and you can just HEAR the creatures coming through the night after us.
I lean in towards Jordan and say, "I guess that's the 'House of the Rising Sun."
"Why's that," he questions.
"Because that's when it's safe to go inside."
We get a good chuckle.... and I wake up from the dream as we're speeding into the unknown dark of a long night.
Seriously... dreams with theme songs rock.
Just had this one and it was too good to not write down before going back to sleep-- yes, I wake up several times a night... usually between REM cycles and usually because my husband invades my side of the bed with an elbow as his natural instinct to "be close" kicks in...
I imagine this dream is connected somehow with my favorite TV show-- Supernatural. It was on TV last night and they did hunt a creature... in a wax museum, but the scene was forested and had a log cabin.
Jordan and I, in the dream, went into this ghost town (just a simple dirt road cul-de-sac that goes through a clearing in the forest-- there are houses on both sides of the road) to find out why it was deserted. One building in the town-- a large wooden house that kinda looked like the Amityville house (only it was not painted, but aged, varnished wood) overlooks almost everything in town-- looked like it was a good spot to sit and wait for the "ghosts" we were hunting so the place wouldn't be a ghost town to come out (You really could see everything from the upstairs window in this house. While we're sitting there, upstairs, the sun starts to make its descent on the horizon... and something in the house stirs.
Several human-like creatures come out from the dark corners of the house and congregate in the hallways and main rooms-- waiting for the sun to go down. It's at this time I realize that we've made our "base" in the same house what we're hunting has made their base. So I convince Jordan that we ought to go out the front door. He agrees.
We go downstairs and are immediately engulfed in denizens of the night. However, we manage to avoid getting caught by forcing them into beams of the fading sunlight. The leader of the beasts, who was wearing a red, brown and green long-sleeved flannel shirt is there taunting us, "You think you'll get away? Think again. No one ever does."
Finally, we manage to get to the threshold where we get in a verbal battle with their whole ghost gang... the leader and standing next to him a furry looking fellow in a Bear suit... (at least that's what it looked like).
Finally, Jordan and I turn and run! The sun is on its final descent.
A small, white pickup truck (with an amazingly large cab) pulls up beside us with several of my HS friends in the car (Angela, Tasha and Brandon-- Probably in the dream because Angela visited me this week and we talked about people we still speak to from HS-- people like Tasha and Brandon)... we drive the group to Tasha's black street car (which isn't her car IRL)... and then speed out of town on the dirt road *just* as the sun goes down.
Flipping on the radio, the song "House of the Rising Sun" by CCR comes on.... and you can just HEAR the creatures coming through the night after us.
I lean in towards Jordan and say, "I guess that's the 'House of the Rising Sun."
"Why's that," he questions.
"Because that's when it's safe to go inside."
We get a good chuckle.... and I wake up from the dream as we're speeding into the unknown dark of a long night.