Repeating Dreams: or "What the hell is my subconscious pulling now?"
Posted on Wednesday, October 13, 2010 by Melanie
So I have this repeating dream where I'm in this three-story house. It's pretty unassuming, looks like the houses along Avenue O where I grew up, but there's something evil (ghost, demon, whatever) in the house that knows my family and absolutely hates me. I remember standing in what was some kind of foyer, looking straight up through a stained glass skylight into the attic, and knowing that whatever was up there wanted to absolutely destroy me. Not just kill me -- I'm talking wipe me from the fabric of existence, extinguish my soul, the whole kit and kaboodle. On occasion, it's taken the appearance of my maternal grandmother (who wasn't the cheeriest person in the world, granted, but wasn't a monster by any stretch of the term).
Over the last few years, dream logic has caused the house to be purchased by other people, and they're slowly renovating it. I'm happy to see this, because I know it's a nice house and someone should enjoy it, but I know that the thing in the attic is still there and still wants to obliterate me. In last night's dream, Stacy went into the house (she'd left something in there while visiting the new owners) and I had to go in there and physically pull her over the front porch railing before the TiTA attacked.
Oh, and the TiTA had decapitated a bunch of people and hung their heads, covered with masks, on the living room wall as Halloween decorations. Lovely.
Needless to say, I did not wake up in the best of all moods. If you like interpreting dreams, go for it.
Dear Miss Melanie! Crazy dreams. Have you been eating Taco Bell before bed?
I'm not a doctor, nor do I play one on the interwebs. Since Stacy is your younger sister, it only seems natural that you would stuff down the fear of the TiTA and get her out of there. ("TiTA makes me laugh because in the Philipine language, Tagalog, Tita means Aunt. I have a couple of Tita's that would scare the bejeepers out of me if I saw them in the attic)
Might I suggest some chammomile tea or warm milk before beddy-bye followed with a Tylenol PM? Again, not a doctor here, but I married a pharmacist.
Hope Mr. Combs provides better sleeping material.
Debbie in Da Boro
I should be so lucky to dream about Jeff -- right now, the day job stress is pretty much taking over my subconscious, so I'll have to deal with dreams about PowerPoint presentations devouring my soul for the next week or so. That being said, I'll try the warm milk and Tylenol PM -- thanks!