man i could write a book about my dreams
Here I go with another creepy dream.
I live with an old lady at her apartment. We're not related. My bedroom has sky blue walls with pretty little white clouds painted on them. Kinda trippy actually. The old lady likes to smoke but somehow she isn't allowed to, and finding a pack of cigarettes and some cigars on her nightstand every morning doesn't help. We don't know who puts them there. She has a blue canary which likes to wrap itself in an orange curtain just above the bathtub so that when you roll down the curtain it ends up in the water. I guess he enjoys bathing. After every bath it comes out almost dry already and lands on my left breast with wings wide open, gently pecking at my skin. I tell the old lady she has a sweet little bird to which she responds "Honey, the canary actually committed suicide some time ago by flying inside the cat's mouth..." Oh great. At around this time the dream turns into a nightmare. It gets all dark and like in those horror movies you can see the shadow of tree branches on the wall, shaking because of the wind blowing outside. Suddenly we acknowledge that a middle aged woman lives with us. I'm sure the old lady is a ghost too, just as her canary, so I start calling her despite the fact she's in front of me. I pretend not to see her, while the other woman starts looking around calling her as well. Proof that she doesn't see her! Right in front of my bedroom's door there's a group of suspicious-looking men.
Meanwhile in real life my alarm was ringing and I think I managed to turn it off, but I couldn't get up because I was literally paralyzed. I fell asleep again. My mother, seeing I was being late for breakfast, came to see what I was doing and started yelling (lol she's special) causing me to wake up abruptly. End of the dream/nightmare.
I live with an old lady at her apartment. We're not related. My bedroom has sky blue walls with pretty little white clouds painted on them. Kinda trippy actually. The old lady likes to smoke but somehow she isn't allowed to, and finding a pack of cigarettes and some cigars on her nightstand every morning doesn't help. We don't know who puts them there. She has a blue canary which likes to wrap itself in an orange curtain just above the bathtub so that when you roll down the curtain it ends up in the water. I guess he enjoys bathing. After every bath it comes out almost dry already and lands on my left breast with wings wide open, gently pecking at my skin. I tell the old lady she has a sweet little bird to which she responds "Honey, the canary actually committed suicide some time ago by flying inside the cat's mouth..." Oh great. At around this time the dream turns into a nightmare. It gets all dark and like in those horror movies you can see the shadow of tree branches on the wall, shaking because of the wind blowing outside. Suddenly we acknowledge that a middle aged woman lives with us. I'm sure the old lady is a ghost too, just as her canary, so I start calling her despite the fact she's in front of me. I pretend not to see her, while the other woman starts looking around calling her as well. Proof that she doesn't see her! Right in front of my bedroom's door there's a group of suspicious-looking men.
Meanwhile in real life my alarm was ringing and I think I managed to turn it off, but I couldn't get up because I was literally paralyzed. I fell asleep again. My mother, seeing I was being late for breakfast, came to see what I was doing and started yelling (lol she's special) causing me to wake up abruptly. End of the dream/nightmare.