“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!
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I can’t believe you have dreams this vivid. I have a lot that scare me and I wake up but I don’t remember them in this kind of detail. I’m kinda jealous. I wish I could sometimes. There are times I wake up wishing so much I could remember more of what I dreamt.
This one was a little too vivid! When I woke up, it felt like I had really been shot even though I have no idea what that feels like! I wish I could explain it in better detail and get you to feel how I felt b/c I was scared! The way my head felt was too much. It was so hot and the right side burned. The sound of the gunshot scared me the most though b/c it sounded so real.
So except for getting shot in the eye and a sure death u liked the house?
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Be careful what u expose ur mind to before you go to sleep!
Actually, I didn’t like the house! I think the house was suppose to be my best friend growing up mother’s house and my BF was the one who shot me! As far as what I did before I went to bed- I ate some mixed nuts, drank some water and played FarmTown!
Where the heck did the divorce come from?? No more mixed nuts for you Missy!!!
I don’t know!!!!! There was stuff from the beginning of the dream that I can’t quite remember, but at that point I was married to Toby but only had Christopher….it was weird!!!
I’ve had a lot of dreams that scared the hell out of me, but most of the time I just remember bits and pieces. “Maybe the meaning of the dream was don’t buy a new house”
Dreams are cool and weird. When things are “normal” for me, I have vivid dreams. I used to have them all the time, but during stressful periods of my life, I go a long time without really remembering much from my dreams.
The other day I woke from a very weird dream too. I was imprisoned along with some guy – can’t remember now who he was – of course there was a lot more to the story, but not so interesting from a lucid perspective – but in the end, I had to beat up my jailor (kidnapper?) in order to get out. And that is when I woke up – I had gotten out but someone was trying to trick me into going back in. I didn’t have time to think much about what this could “mean.” It was a very exhausted sleep after a long period of not sleeping enough, so that’s probably why it was so weird.
I really enjoy trying to make sense of dreams. You really have to think about it right after you wake up, or you’ll forget too much. I think it is especially interesting if there is a pattern over time. Like I have this tendency to dream about flying, whether I’m jumping over telephone wires, repairing a WWII plane to get out of danger, or flying a “rescue” spaceship away from a dying planet. I also dream about kids who need rescue – whether I’m doing the rescuing or the [unintentional] endangering (or both). That is kinda scary – why would I dream about putting kids in danger?
I’d also like to add that I wish you wrote more often. You have good things to write about and always get people talking.
Oh I have such vivid dreams alot.My co workers used to ask me what dream did have today to share with them ,they found it very entertaining.My dreams are usually weird and make no sense but once in awhile they seem to really be trying to tell me something.It makes no difference what I watch or eat before bed so Sue…go ahead and eat those mixed nuts!
Wow, what a dream, or nightmare rather! I very rarely have dreams I even remember, certainly not that vivid. It may mean a lot, or nothing at all. Time will tell! But if/when you start looking at houses, and you come across one that reminds you of the dream…run!!! Run fast…I would!
My first thought is why are you not writing fiction? I was on the edge of my seat! The terrifying dream I have, is a recurring waitress nightmare. I haven’t done waitressing in probably at least 10 years. But I have nightmares often and very real waitress fiasco’s.
Trust your gut, my feeling is if you feel you are in danger run ask questions later. Or, what else could it be? I don’t know, I do know that when a dream is that scary it can scare the begebees out of you. I think I would have gotten up and turned all the lights on.