Go away, little ghoul.

Posted: January 1, 2014 in Dreams, Fears, Things I Hate
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So a couple weeks ago I wrote about my dreams. Here’s the link if you missed it. I wrote about how vivid they are and how I dream about complete strangers and places. Well, the other night I had a doozy, the horrific dream to end all dreams. The Granddaddy of Nightmares if you will. I literally woke up in the proverbial cold sweat at 4:30 AM and couldn’t get back to sleep. I swear to God it took me 5-minutes to work up the courage to walk into the kitchen to get a drink.

The dream was that real.

So do you want to hear about the dream? Show of hands please. OK, you asked for it. Be forewarned though, just hearing my nightmare may give you nightmares.

Here you go . . .

In the dream I was walking through an old school. It was deserted and there were papers and trash here and there on the floor. It was daylight outside but the hallways were pretty dark. It was very cold.

Suddenly, I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

There, floating a foot or so off the floor, was a red-haired girl. She wasn’t standing up, and it was like she was crawling on air. She was young, perhaps 11 or 12, was wearing a long white nightgown, and her face was contorted in agony. She appeared to be a combination of hurt and angry. In addition, her head was sort of snapping sideways from time to time.

And she was crawling towards me.

I froze, and when she got to within a few feet of me she rose up to face me. She was face-to-face with me now, just floating upright a foot in front of me. Her face appeared to be in complete pain and her mouth was open but no sound was coming out. Her jaw looked like it would become unhinged before closing again. I remember her skin looked real pale and had these red splotches on the cheeks.

Suddenly, she lunged right at me. I had no idea what her intentions were but I was pretty sure she didn’t want a kiss, unless it was a Kiss of Death. I grabbed her by the head, and it’s hard to explain but her head went back-and-forth between being a solid mass and a loose, crumbling, sawdust type of mist, sort of smoky or misty. All the while her mouth was undulating and opening and closing silently.

It was then that I woke up and sat bolt upright, actually shaking and looking around wildly. Sparky was whimpering and licking my face, trying to calm me down.

As I said, it took me a few minutes to get my head together and summon the courage to go to the kitchen. Spark usually stays on the bed when I do this at night but not this time. He marched just ahead of me, growling as if he knew that I was worried about encountering something.

And he was right. I was expecting a splotchy-faced red-haired little ghoul with a disconnected jaw to leap from around a corner and drag me to hell.

Note: Not all of my dreams are bad ones. Last night I dreamed I was eating a giant block of swiss cheese. I’m a very strange man.

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