Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Creepy Dream
This afternoon (2-2-2011) I woke, truly terrified from the following dream:
I had been visiting someone at a 4-5 story apartment building. It was a large cement structure with an external cement staircase. Each landing in the staircase had a locked door leading to the apartment floor where all of the residents' personal apartment entrance was. I was on the top floor and could clearly see over the city from where I stood on the landing; and this is where my dream began. I do not know who I was visiting and have no recollection whatsoever before I passed through the door onto the landing to make my long descent to the street.
I stepped onto the landing, and as the door slowly closed behind me I turned to face the long flight of stairs before me. Halfway through the last set of stairs, perhaps 8 stairs before me, I saw a haggard old woman ascending towards me. She was not the least bit winded from the previous four and a half flights, and would surely complete this last flight without any effort at all. She moved smoothly and steadily; but something about her strength or maybe it was her endurance that made me ill at ease. I looked at her as she looked at me. Milky black pools met my stare, and immediately I knew she was not natural. In an instant I knew that I should lock the door to protect the residents, but the instant I had that thought, but before I could act; she said with a very stern voice "do not dare to lock that door." I shuddered and grabbed my keys to lock it, my hands were shaking but I couldn't get the key into the lock. She had reached my side before I could succeed and I stepped back to see what she would do to me for defying her; for trying to impede her progress; she walked past me and opened the door and slipped behind the narrowing gap as the door slowly closed behind her.
I turned to the stairs and quickly descended; or so I thought. Dream skip. I am walking down a hallway, much like I imagined the corridor to look behind the door I exited at the beginning of the dream. I must be there. I must be near the haggard old woman. That thought was confirmed when I heard her say my name; not the name I answer to now, but the name I was given: Tammy. I looked around to find the voice, but it seemed an ordinary hallway with apartment doors running the length of the wall to my right. I kept walking until I was startled by an open doorway, it was dark, but I could see that right at the entrance was a spiral staircase descending into even more blackness. It made me immediately ill. There was the woman looking at me as she stood on a stair, having already begun her descent; she was looking up at me standing in the doorway. I had another instant thought to shut the door, to shut her in; and again, before I could act; she sternly advised me: "You can not shut death's door."
I woke, completely horrified by the dream. She (the old woman) had no interest in me, conversely; she was also NOT threatened by me either. When she told me not to lock the door; I knew she was evil, so I was CERTAINLY going to try to lock the door! I am not going to obey someone with evil intent...? I am not sure what to think of it, it was more than the tacos I ate for breakfast. very strange.
I had been visiting someone at a 4-5 story apartment building. It was a large cement structure with an external cement staircase. Each landing in the staircase had a locked door leading to the apartment floor where all of the residents' personal apartment entrance was. I was on the top floor and could clearly see over the city from where I stood on the landing; and this is where my dream began. I do not know who I was visiting and have no recollection whatsoever before I passed through the door onto the landing to make my long descent to the street.
I stepped onto the landing, and as the door slowly closed behind me I turned to face the long flight of stairs before me. Halfway through the last set of stairs, perhaps 8 stairs before me, I saw a haggard old woman ascending towards me. She was not the least bit winded from the previous four and a half flights, and would surely complete this last flight without any effort at all. She moved smoothly and steadily; but something about her strength or maybe it was her endurance that made me ill at ease. I looked at her as she looked at me. Milky black pools met my stare, and immediately I knew she was not natural. In an instant I knew that I should lock the door to protect the residents, but the instant I had that thought, but before I could act; she said with a very stern voice "do not dare to lock that door." I shuddered and grabbed my keys to lock it, my hands were shaking but I couldn't get the key into the lock. She had reached my side before I could succeed and I stepped back to see what she would do to me for defying her; for trying to impede her progress; she walked past me and opened the door and slipped behind the narrowing gap as the door slowly closed behind her.
I turned to the stairs and quickly descended; or so I thought. Dream skip. I am walking down a hallway, much like I imagined the corridor to look behind the door I exited at the beginning of the dream. I must be there. I must be near the haggard old woman. That thought was confirmed when I heard her say my name; not the name I answer to now, but the name I was given: Tammy. I looked around to find the voice, but it seemed an ordinary hallway with apartment doors running the length of the wall to my right. I kept walking until I was startled by an open doorway, it was dark, but I could see that right at the entrance was a spiral staircase descending into even more blackness. It made me immediately ill. There was the woman looking at me as she stood on a stair, having already begun her descent; she was looking up at me standing in the doorway. I had another instant thought to shut the door, to shut her in; and again, before I could act; she sternly advised me: "You can not shut death's door."
I woke, completely horrified by the dream. She (the old woman) had no interest in me, conversely; she was also NOT threatened by me either. When she told me not to lock the door; I knew she was evil, so I was CERTAINLY going to try to lock the door! I am not going to obey someone with evil intent...? I am not sure what to think of it, it was more than the tacos I ate for breakfast. very strange.
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