myraphim

So I'm sitting here wide awake on a Sunday morning cause I had this terrifying nightmare. It's the kind where you're jolted awake by what's going on in the dream, and you thank God that you were. I'm shook up and too scared to let my eyes close again.

I had a very strange dream. They always make sense at the time but trying to explain them makes you realize how off the wall the whole thing is, not just the ending that scared you shitless. I was with a bunch of people in a room, sitting around. Everything was furnished with older, antique furniture. I remember a lot of lace accents as well. The shape of the room/building reminds me, now, of my great-grandmother's living room. For some reason, we seem to be on some sort of tour. There was someone reading or just telling us about different people from the 1800s who had died and how, and the strangest thing... It was as if they had all been cremated and their urns were collected within that room. One would be sitting on the couch next to us, nestled among the pillows. We picked them up and passed them around. It seems pretty disrespectful. Our tour guide took some time on the next person to give somewhat of a disclaimer, explaining that on a visit in the past everyone felt SOMETHING when the next person was talked about, including some woman. Her name was mentioned, and there was a reminder that the particular woman mentioned had died. Before the guide had even started talking about that particular urn, panic hit me. I was crying out that I wanted out of the room before anything was continued, but our guide didn't stop. A friend of mine, which for some reason I believe was Lisa, grabbed me by the arm and dragged me down on the floor, where we laid with our faces down. I remember trembling on the floor, and feeling some sort of presence. Then I made the mistake of lifting my head, because I felt someone hovering near me. There were men's legs in black pinstripe pants that looked like part of a suit, and glossy black dress shoes. I didn't look up any further because I was suddenly violently ill. It felt as if the vomit was forced from my body, and suddenly I could barely breathe. I curled up in a ball on my side and gasped for air. I was terrified.

And I woke up. So here I am. Little scared to dream again tonight after that... And honestly, my stomach still feels queasy from getting sick in the dream.