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Weird nightmare. Just the strangest godamn thing. That woke me up HARD.
It was in a place like my old apartment, but a little different. The floorplan was similar, but the furniture was gone or different, and the little bathroom on the opposite end of the room was down a short hallway instead. I woke up, in my bed, just where it really was, and saw little lights floating from the bathroom to the front door, which was open. This all seemed really normal, maybe even nice or exciting. I got up, and received a phone call on my cell phone. The lady on the line had a very calm voice, and introduced herself as the receptionist of a mental institution. She wanted to talk about a service in which nice people called in to lonely inmates so that they had someone to talk to and didn't feel lonely. She mentioned that I had used the service to talk to at least one inmate, with an implication of more. I don't remember what question I asked but the response was, "Someone will throw your mother down the stairs, kick her in the face and kill your dog." In the same very calm voice. I thought this was odd... but didn't react accordingly. The lady continued on asking me to use the service more often, because a certain inmate had been asking for me by name. I said something along the lines of "oh, is that so" and the lady continued saying that they knew she was asking for me; no matter what she has, she means William (which is just what she said). This was pretty vague, but I got the impression of someone holding a doll and trying to use it to help her communicate. The particular image was she was holding a doll of a monkey. I knew who that was. It feels like I'd dreamed about the person before, and possibly the thing with the crazy call in service in general was a dream I'd had before, and this dream was just referencing it. Or perhaps it and my recognition were just creations of the dream. I said, "Oh, so that's the one who called me a monkey for 45 minutes." and the lady said yes, and that she'd told her that someone was going to skin my dog and burn my house and make me suffer.
There I decided that the lady I was talking to was the inmate herself, and I was done with the conversation. I hung up and woke up.
And to add to that craziness, while the phone conversation was going on, I was pacing around my apartment, which is something that I do. All of the doors were open. The front door and the bathroom door. I walked over towards the front door to see why it was open, and I looked left to the bathroom and saw down that little hallway and through the door that the room I was standing in was there too. But I didn't see myself. I didn't particularly take any notice of this. I stood by the front door and looked out and saw that it looked like there was some work being done. There was something big by the door, pushed in front of it just enough that it blocked the door closing. It looked like rough wood, like maybe a big wooden crate, or the rough back of a large cabinet. On the floor was one of those little wooden boards on wheels people use to wheel themselves under cars. I stepped out of the door, and found myself facing the room I'd just left, and I saw those things I'd seen outside were inside now. I turned around and stepped forward as if to walk through an invisible door behind me, and ended up inside the apartment again, with all of the stuff back outside. I stepped back towards the center of the room, and about there is where I decided to hang up and the dream ended.
The whole thing was totally surreal, and very vivid. I still remember it more clearly than most of my dreams after waking.
I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to get back to sleep.
It was in a place like my old apartment, but a little different. The floorplan was similar, but the furniture was gone or different, and the little bathroom on the opposite end of the room was down a short hallway instead. I woke up, in my bed, just where it really was, and saw little lights floating from the bathroom to the front door, which was open. This all seemed really normal, maybe even nice or exciting. I got up, and received a phone call on my cell phone. The lady on the line had a very calm voice, and introduced herself as the receptionist of a mental institution. She wanted to talk about a service in which nice people called in to lonely inmates so that they had someone to talk to and didn't feel lonely. She mentioned that I had used the service to talk to at least one inmate, with an implication of more. I don't remember what question I asked but the response was, "Someone will throw your mother down the stairs, kick her in the face and kill your dog." In the same very calm voice. I thought this was odd... but didn't react accordingly. The lady continued on asking me to use the service more often, because a certain inmate had been asking for me by name. I said something along the lines of "oh, is that so" and the lady continued saying that they knew she was asking for me; no matter what she has, she means William (which is just what she said). This was pretty vague, but I got the impression of someone holding a doll and trying to use it to help her communicate. The particular image was she was holding a doll of a monkey. I knew who that was. It feels like I'd dreamed about the person before, and possibly the thing with the crazy call in service in general was a dream I'd had before, and this dream was just referencing it. Or perhaps it and my recognition were just creations of the dream. I said, "Oh, so that's the one who called me a monkey for 45 minutes." and the lady said yes, and that she'd told her that someone was going to skin my dog and burn my house and make me suffer.
There I decided that the lady I was talking to was the inmate herself, and I was done with the conversation. I hung up and woke up.
And to add to that craziness, while the phone conversation was going on, I was pacing around my apartment, which is something that I do. All of the doors were open. The front door and the bathroom door. I walked over towards the front door to see why it was open, and I looked left to the bathroom and saw down that little hallway and through the door that the room I was standing in was there too. But I didn't see myself. I didn't particularly take any notice of this. I stood by the front door and looked out and saw that it looked like there was some work being done. There was something big by the door, pushed in front of it just enough that it blocked the door closing. It looked like rough wood, like maybe a big wooden crate, or the rough back of a large cabinet. On the floor was one of those little wooden boards on wheels people use to wheel themselves under cars. I stepped out of the door, and found myself facing the room I'd just left, and I saw those things I'd seen outside were inside now. I turned around and stepped forward as if to walk through an invisible door behind me, and ended up inside the apartment again, with all of the stuff back outside. I stepped back towards the center of the room, and about there is where I decided to hang up and the dream ended.
The whole thing was totally surreal, and very vivid. I still remember it more clearly than most of my dreams after waking.
I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to get back to sleep.