Who ya gonna call?
I just had an odd dream.
As with most of my dreams the setting was an amalgam of places, in this case a mix of Carleton, DC, and my home town. There was some sort of Fraternity-ish initiation for me to get into a room, then there was a party of the really annoying too-many-people variety along with the ordering of pizza. Then things shifted, I was sleeping in a room not unlike something in upper-Benton only bigger. I woke up in the night to see posters on one section of wall move and rustle as though there was an open window or vent behind them, even though dream knowledge told me that there was neither. This was obviously the work of a supernatural entity (I remember thinking later in the dream that it was the ghost of a cheerleader) and it was happening right at the head of jissa's bed. Fortunately Lockheed was on top of her covers and turned his head and hissed to make the spirit calm down. Then he looked at me and I asked if he had really just done that. He nodded and winked. Then things became louder and there were either more ghosts or that one came back stronger.
And then the dream shifted. Noah had a part time job as a ghost hunter or something and I was giving him a hand. We were dropping fliers infront of doors at a place that was a mix of some DC museum and my middle school. Things started moving again and a couple dressers shuffled out to attack us.
At that point I woke up. Not the weirdest dream I've ever had, but an eventful one.
Now off to deal with this beast called Tuesday.
Peace.
As with most of my dreams the setting was an amalgam of places, in this case a mix of Carleton, DC, and my home town. There was some sort of Fraternity-ish initiation for me to get into a room, then there was a party of the really annoying too-many-people variety along with the ordering of pizza. Then things shifted, I was sleeping in a room not unlike something in upper-Benton only bigger. I woke up in the night to see posters on one section of wall move and rustle as though there was an open window or vent behind them, even though dream knowledge told me that there was neither. This was obviously the work of a supernatural entity (I remember thinking later in the dream that it was the ghost of a cheerleader) and it was happening right at the head of jissa's bed. Fortunately Lockheed was on top of her covers and turned his head and hissed to make the spirit calm down. Then he looked at me and I asked if he had really just done that. He nodded and winked. Then things became louder and there were either more ghosts or that one came back stronger.
And then the dream shifted. Noah had a part time job as a ghost hunter or something and I was giving him a hand. We were dropping fliers infront of doors at a place that was a mix of some DC museum and my middle school. Things started moving again and a couple dressers shuffled out to attack us.
At that point I woke up. Not the weirdest dream I've ever had, but an eventful one.
Now off to deal with this beast called Tuesday.
Peace.