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Last night was full of vivid, crazy dreams. I don't have time for all of the details, but the first one was about an old, dark, airy house with many empty rooms, and those that weren't empty had draped furniture.
The basement of the house had a hole that lead into the underworld and the previous owners, a married couple who had a deceased daughter had been doing experiments that centered around reviving their long-dead daughter who hung around in the basement where they did their experiments and staying close to the underworld. Then something happened. Someone killed her parents I think and this ghost of a girl turned into an angry mass of energy as her parents suffered. Then there was a realtor showing a guy the house and they got down in the basement and the realtor was explaining some things about the previous owner and they cane to the hole, which was like a small, volcanic spout, slightly raised and circular.
"And this is a hole into the underworld." The guy being shown the house was unimpressed and in trying to convince him the realtor, a heavy guy, figured the only thing to do was to climb down in and show him. They got down there and it was expansive and red and slightly curved and despite having climbed into a hole a similar one was at the crest of the curve and they would have to climb down in order to get out again. The lighting changed and instead of being normal people they were red and yellow. The yellow was highlighting where their bones were. The realtor got very distressed and told his client he needed to get out of there and to go first.
Then there was a dream featuring friends from High School. Tall Matt, Ben A., Russel D., and maybe someone else I can't quite recall. There were Star Wars costumes in frontbof a retail shop being worn and Matt had a girlfriend/wife, which made me happy. Towards the end I was helping Ben and Russel load up the costumes in the trunk of their car and at one point I think I was dressed like a Jawa.
Third dream I was driving Marty's Varoomba (what Tristan dubbed the Acadia) and had parked it in two spaces because half of one space was taken up by a shopping cart, but it still miraculously fit with maybe a tire's width over the line. This other vehicle comes in and almost missed it, making a sharp turn and just about running us over to cram into the spot at our right (despite there being plenty of space to the left). She nicked the front wheelwell. The girl was 16 or so, East Indian and her father was trying to convince me that it wasn't a big deal even though there was a pretty big dent. He wouldn't let me talk to the girl and was grumpy about giving up his insurance info.
There was probably more, but dreams fade as you wake.
The basement of the house had a hole that lead into the underworld and the previous owners, a married couple who had a deceased daughter had been doing experiments that centered around reviving their long-dead daughter who hung around in the basement where they did their experiments and staying close to the underworld. Then something happened. Someone killed her parents I think and this ghost of a girl turned into an angry mass of energy as her parents suffered. Then there was a realtor showing a guy the house and they got down in the basement and the realtor was explaining some things about the previous owner and they cane to the hole, which was like a small, volcanic spout, slightly raised and circular.
"And this is a hole into the underworld." The guy being shown the house was unimpressed and in trying to convince him the realtor, a heavy guy, figured the only thing to do was to climb down in and show him. They got down there and it was expansive and red and slightly curved and despite having climbed into a hole a similar one was at the crest of the curve and they would have to climb down in order to get out again. The lighting changed and instead of being normal people they were red and yellow. The yellow was highlighting where their bones were. The realtor got very distressed and told his client he needed to get out of there and to go first.
Then there was a dream featuring friends from High School. Tall Matt, Ben A., Russel D., and maybe someone else I can't quite recall. There were Star Wars costumes in frontbof a retail shop being worn and Matt had a girlfriend/wife, which made me happy. Towards the end I was helping Ben and Russel load up the costumes in the trunk of their car and at one point I think I was dressed like a Jawa.
Third dream I was driving Marty's Varoomba (what Tristan dubbed the Acadia) and had parked it in two spaces because half of one space was taken up by a shopping cart, but it still miraculously fit with maybe a tire's width over the line. This other vehicle comes in and almost missed it, making a sharp turn and just about running us over to cram into the spot at our right (despite there being plenty of space to the left). She nicked the front wheelwell. The girl was 16 or so, East Indian and her father was trying to convince me that it wasn't a big deal even though there was a pretty big dent. He wouldn't let me talk to the girl and was grumpy about giving up his insurance info.
There was probably more, but dreams fade as you wake.