Strange dream.
I had a strange dream last night. As usual, I only remember snippets and generally how I felt. The important parts seem to stick in my head. I was on a rural property, near an ochre coloured drive way, with wheat dancing in the wind on eiter side, and green fields opposite. It was very sunny and I remember thinking how warm it all looked. At the beginning of the driveway, there was a gate and a gate house.
The gate house was dark, and blackened, and it had a very eerie feeling to it, like something very bad had happened there. I felt great apprehension when I looked at the gate house. Then, I was standing in it with some men, and a red-haired woman. It was dark and blackened on the inside too, and there were beams and cross braces that had fallen. The inside was a mess of criss-crossing blackened, damp timber. I looked down and the earthen floor and saw a folded piece of black paper. The paper was folded in half like a card, and it had red writing on the back. The front had a piece of white paper stuck on, with a drawing of green trees with black trunks and blue mountains. Without picking it up, I knew that inside the writing continued. I had a memory of the paper during my dream, how it looked and what it said. It was something I'd written a long time ago as a child that foretold something bad. I had a feeling of massive unease, and I felt a malevolent presence behind me, but when I turned there was nothing there. Later in the dream, after the men had gone away on a black motorbike, I went back to the gate house, and a pale child with strands of inky black hair flew out at me with an infuriated, murderous look on her face. I didn't react. I just stared at her, blinked and turned my back to her. The feeling of terror and unease dissipated, and it was just a gate house. I walked out into the sun, my dream camera panned out and faded to white and woke up. I felt a strange sense of unease at first, but when I opened my eyes it evaporated and I felt refreshed, like some catharsis had occurred... I was scared in my dream, but now I feel safe and content. It's very strange.
The gate house was dark, and blackened, and it had a very eerie feeling to it, like something very bad had happened there. I felt great apprehension when I looked at the gate house. Then, I was standing in it with some men, and a red-haired woman. It was dark and blackened on the inside too, and there were beams and cross braces that had fallen. The inside was a mess of criss-crossing blackened, damp timber. I looked down and the earthen floor and saw a folded piece of black paper. The paper was folded in half like a card, and it had red writing on the back. The front had a piece of white paper stuck on, with a drawing of green trees with black trunks and blue mountains. Without picking it up, I knew that inside the writing continued. I had a memory of the paper during my dream, how it looked and what it said. It was something I'd written a long time ago as a child that foretold something bad. I had a feeling of massive unease, and I felt a malevolent presence behind me, but when I turned there was nothing there. Later in the dream, after the men had gone away on a black motorbike, I went back to the gate house, and a pale child with strands of inky black hair flew out at me with an infuriated, murderous look on her face. I didn't react. I just stared at her, blinked and turned my back to her. The feeling of terror and unease dissipated, and it was just a gate house. I walked out into the sun, my dream camera panned out and faded to white and woke up. I felt a strange sense of unease at first, but when I opened my eyes it evaporated and I felt refreshed, like some catharsis had occurred... I was scared in my dream, but now I feel safe and content. It's very strange.