“It’s the middle of the night and what I’m doing out at this time is beyond me. Why am I going to look at this house now? Can’t it wait til morning? The realtor talked me into it somehow. She said it was just great and I have to see it right now. The homes are dark, the street lights are dim, and the moon is a no-show. We pull up to a large 2 story brown house that has a huge tree in the front yard and a white front door. The lot is flat with a big yard. I turn out my headlights as I park in the driveway. The realtor says something about the house, but I’m not really listening. The size of the house and the creepiness of the darkness is holding my attention.
We don’t go in the front door, “blah blah blah, gotta see the back” is all I hear. She unlocks the sliding glass door and we enter the dark basement. The house is empty and the room I’m in seems very large. Very dark. Very creepy. A nervous feeling fills me and I think, don’t let her behind you. Keep her in front of you. More “blah blah blah” as she leads us to the lower basement level. She’s still jabbing away as I turn to run back up the stairs. Don’t go down there with her. Don’t let her get you. Make her come to you. That’s nice, I say, but I’m already up the stairs. I go up another flight of stairs to the main level and stand at the railing overlooking the basement and the sliding glass door where moonlight is now shining through. “Blah blah blah, the house is a steal” I hear her say. “Why didn’t you tell me about it earlier then? You know I’m getting a divorce.” Wait, I am?? When did that happen?
I hear her coming up the stairs now and it snaps my attention back to the dark room and a very vulnerable feeling fills me. Calm down I tell myself. It’s just a house and I’m sure it’s a lovely house. Next thing I know a lamp is on and a TV is filling the room with much-needed noise. I look around and think, that’s not so bad. Cute room although it’s sadly dated. Orange shag carpet, a TV from like 1965 and a lamp that looks about the same age. As I turn around, I notice the front door is behind me and it has a sidelight. There is a large window and I see my car parked in the drive. “Are you sure we’re suppose to be here?” I ask. I turn back toward the front door and peer out the sidelight. There’s something in the yard next door. It’s fuzzy, but looks like a person crouched down. As I realize it is a person, I see the window break. In the same instant I hear the gunshot, I can feel something hot on the side of my head. I gasp as I drop to the floor. My right eye socket feels like it’s on fire and I can feel a warm liquid on the side of my head. My chest is tight as I try to get air and then the pain comes. I’m laying on my left side trying to focus on anything, but I can’t keep my eyes open. I know I’ll never make it to the hospital. I won’t make it the next 30 seconds…”
That was my dream last night. I woke up from it as I was trying to keep my eyes open in the dream. My chest really was tight and I was taking very shallow breaths. My head was hot and flushed. I was laying in the same position as my dream and my muscles were rigid. At first I couldn’t open my eyes, and the sound of the gun in my dream was so real, so loud, like it was right in my ear, that I thought maybe I really was shot! It took me a minute to calm down and figure out I was ok, but it was such a vivid dream that I was scared to go back to sleep! I have some pretty weird dreams, but this one takes the cake. As I laid there trying to relax, I wondered what this dream was supposed to mean and if anyone else has dreams like this. Writing it down, I’m hoping, helps to keep these nightmares on my street few and far between!