weird little dreams

Apr 11, 2016 21:41

It's twenty four and twelve hours ago, but I'll do my best to recall these dreams.

First dream had me at a two-story home I don't recall encountering in waking life. It was a white house, the front door was dead center and it opened to a stairway. The top of the stairs was lit but the lower floors were in darkness. I remember laying on my side near the front door's screen door, and a shadowy woman was whispering things to me. Even though it was just a screen door, it was enough to keep her menacing presence from attacking me.

Fans of Lovecraft will note how he expressed his unfathomably indescribable dread in his stories, and that feeling best fits this situation. Towards the end of the dream she was walking back upstairs, and I skeedaddled before I could even catch her silhouetted against the second floor's yellow light. Fascinating and terrifying at the same time. I don't even remember what she was saying, not even a mood or a suggestion.

Twelve hours ago I had a dream about a cougar. The beast was particularly friendly, but I exercised the same caution I would in waking life.

cougar, white.house, dream, dread, lovecraft

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