Another day after the dream – day 3

Last night was indeed a night with dreams, but unfortunately not the dreams I was thinking about. Just usual rubbish, running in a garden, seeing a plane crashing, that sort of things that were not what I wanted. So I decided to sit down and write exactly the dream I had a few nights ago. If I’m interested to find that possible house, at least I should try to have it written down exactly as I dreamed it, otherwise I will forget the details.

So let’s start. The street was one with trees, not too populated, there were enough leaves on the street. There was light on the street, but such a light that invites you to start to look, to see what is inside – something mysterious. There was a garden with plants, a nice fence, that kind of it that makes you think of a mystery movie and not horror. The fence was big but with the kind of model that you can see inside of the garden. I don’t know how they are called, like prison bars, something like that was the fence, with some concrete down. Big enough that you can go on it, I think around 50 cm or less maybe.

Now the house ! The house was big, old, but with some columns, a few stairs until the door. What style was the house? Well, that I can’t really say (I guess that part, even if I forget it, when I will see it I will remember it). The garden of the house was full of Poison Ivy. The house had some near it too.

Getting back to the house, there was a big door that was open. Now let’s try to remember the inside of the house. There was a lot of dust, the first room looked like a bedroom, hmm strange — no hallway (or maybe I don’t remember that?). There was a table, objects on it, hmm what was it? Something small, personal objects? Maybe a brush? There was for sure a mirror (hmm I can’t remember how the mirror was looking, just my reflection in it, but on the other hand it was dark, so…). In that moment I did have the impression that I’m not alone. On the table there was a necklace,  it was looking nice, delicate, with some stones; couldn’t say too well what kind, as it was dark. I didn’t take the necklace (I’m no thief, not even in my dreams). I was tempted to take some pictures, to prove that I’m a trespasser ,a proof for my crime, not good (good that I didn’t). Then again I took a glance, I think, at the mirror again and felt that strange feeling that someone was there with me.

A door, another one. I opened it, then I saw books, and I do remember books in leather. My phone light should have been pretty good to see all of this (this dream was also quite long, I guess). I do remember looking at one, a poetry book. That means I wasn’t scared or in a hurry, just in an exploring mood, that I took the time to look at books. Again, I had that feeling that someone was watching . Hmm watching… but I still didn’t go. Quite brave in my dreams.

What did I do next, hmm yes, I remember, there was a noise, like someone was walking on the floor, then I got scared, but not by ghosts; I was thinking that someone might catch me trespassing. So what did I do next? Well, like a normal person, first reaction was to hide  and where? Under a desk (so there was also a desk in the room).

Next, I remember the noise coming closer, the door opening, and there was a young lady entering the room. Her clothes were, I guess, from 1800-something, early 1900. Like in the old theatre version of the play A Lost Letter, or like in Two Telegrams, that kind of dress. I did see her face, and she was crying, that’s strange, as there wasn’t too much light. Hmm, no, there was some from the window, or was there a light on? Strange that I can’t really say, but I could see her tears, so some light must have been.

Now the man, the killer .

How was he looking? I didn’t see him, but he was there.

How did he get there?

Another door, or as a ghost, he had the privilege of walls , I mean, going through walls.

I heard him, he was shouting, that’s for sure, but what was he saying, that I can’t remember.

Before he killed her, there was a noise , like a bang, like something hitting another thing. After, I waited … no sound, no nothing. Waited some time, and then I got the courage to go out. Then I saw her. She was lying in a strange position. But how was she looking? Hmm, try to remember her… I think she had long brown hair, put up nicely, some curls on her face? Hmm, do I remember well? Where was she stabbed? In her chest? Why was I thinking the position was strange? Then I found out my hands could go through her. Then I figured out it was a ghost and a ghost murder, and then I woke up from my strange dream.

Now, hmm, after I wrote all this down, it will be easier not to forget things. Now I can enjoy my second coffee. Hmm, let’s see where in my phone I saved that list with buildings. Hmm, there it is. So I have around 15 houses to visit and to look for them. Hmm, I think I will start with some research at first and then see what looks like my dream house :).

Damn, no more coffee. I should make another. Hmm, my phone is ringing… I wonder what she wants.

Hello,
How are you?
I’m ok, having my coffee. How about you?
Not so good? Why? What happened?
Do you want me to come to your place?
Yes?
Ok, in 40 min I will be there, I think. Is that ok?
Ok, see you then!
Bye.

Hmm, my research-looking day probably will be wasted, but hmm, duty calls. Can’t let her alone in a bad moment that’s what friends are for!