Not a nightmare, really, but. . . creepy still . . .
As this LJ also functions as a part time dream diary. . . last night (I should mention I stayed up to watch Ghost Hunters, which likely had an influence on this dream):
I was on a Ghost hunt with the Goddess and the Cleric. We were in a large building that might have been a school, or a house (not sure), and one of them had a daughter who played violin. I cannot tell you how very unlikely that is for either (I know she was not adopted), but anyway . . . There was some story that often when she was practicing violin, she would run out of the room, and pull her parent in, saying "Come on, come see!", only to be disappointed when the entered the practice room and saw nothing. In my dream, the three of us were trying to find out what she wanted us to see (she never said), and we finally hid in a closet, and peered through the crack in the door. IF we opened it too far, we saw nothing but, if we closed it so that the sliver of slight was nearly gone, until things through the little crack just started to blut at the endges (as they do right beforeall sight is blocked), we could see a ghost standing before her. And what a ghost. It was unnaturally tall and thin, dressed in black clothing, with a white head, Hollow and grinning like a skull, with wide empty eyes. The girl seemed to be discussing something with the ghost about the music, and although that grin never twitched, I got the impression that it answered her.
The dream skips and blurs, but I remember another view of that white face, and I remember the impression of speed, as though the ghost were something impossibly fast when it moved, always grinning, the holes where it's eyes should have been never changing.
And all night, even when I awoke to roll over in my bed, I felt like someone was staring at my back.
I was on a Ghost hunt with the Goddess and the Cleric. We were in a large building that might have been a school, or a house (not sure), and one of them had a daughter who played violin. I cannot tell you how very unlikely that is for either (I know she was not adopted), but anyway . . . There was some story that often when she was practicing violin, she would run out of the room, and pull her parent in, saying "Come on, come see!", only to be disappointed when the entered the practice room and saw nothing. In my dream, the three of us were trying to find out what she wanted us to see (she never said), and we finally hid in a closet, and peered through the crack in the door. IF we opened it too far, we saw nothing but, if we closed it so that the sliver of slight was nearly gone, until things through the little crack just started to blut at the endges (as they do right beforeall sight is blocked), we could see a ghost standing before her. And what a ghost. It was unnaturally tall and thin, dressed in black clothing, with a white head, Hollow and grinning like a skull, with wide empty eyes. The girl seemed to be discussing something with the ghost about the music, and although that grin never twitched, I got the impression that it answered her.
The dream skips and blurs, but I remember another view of that white face, and I remember the impression of speed, as though the ghost were something impossibly fast when it moved, always grinning, the holes where it's eyes should have been never changing.
And all night, even when I awoke to roll over in my bed, I felt like someone was staring at my back.