Not A Normal Day

I’m not really sure how to explain the last 24 hours. I’ve been searching for information online that might help shed some light on what I’ve experienced, but so far I’m pretty stumped.

Last night I had another one of those vivid dreams. I found myself in a dark and damp stone room. There was a closed metal door and no windows. I realized quickly that it was a cell. I went to open the door and it was locked – suddenly I heard a noise coming from the other end of the room and before I could react I was pushed up against the wall with a tight grasp around my neck. A female voice demanded, “How did you get in here?!” She released my neck just enough for me to speak. I wasn’t sure how to tell her that I was dreaming – after all, she was a creation of my subconscious and if she didn’t know this was a dream already it would probably be hard to explain.

I responded, “I don’t know, I just appeared here.” Suddenly there was a brilliant blaze of color between the two of us. It was her hand and it was fully engulfed in flames – but it was like fire coming out of her hand, not burning it. She pushed in on my neck a little more and demanded, “people don’t just appear in locked rooms.” Fully aware of the irony I shot back, “people’s hands don’t create fire either”.

She let go of my neck and moved her hand out from in front of me so that i could see her face. It was then that I recognized her as the girl from my dream a few night ago. I blurted out, “I know you! You’re the girl I followed when those two guys forced you into the car and…”

Just then the cell door flew open and I saw several backlit figures rush in the room. The girl pushed me behind her and I heard what sounded like dart guns being shot and I saw her hit the ground hard. One of the figures put a flashlight on me and I heard more shots. I felt something pierce my chest and then I woke up. It was 10am. I had way overslept.

I felt really shaken by that dream. I’ve haven’t had any thematic connections in any of them yet. So why two rather distressful dreams about this girl in less than a week?

I didn’t do any work today, instead I went for a swim and then a run around downtown. I ran down to the riverfront again and it was packed with joggers and business people on their lunch break. That same homeless man I encountered two nights ago was asking for hand outs near the glass statues. I had a dollar ducked in my shoe lace and decided to give it to him. I got about 3 feet next to him before he noticed me. He started to smile and say “God bless you”, but suddenly his eyes got big and he turned his head from me. I could hear him saying “you’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not really here”. I spoke to him, “hey buddy, I’m not going to hurt you… just wanted to give you this dollar”. I put it in his jar and started to walk off when I heard him yell back at me, “I don’t want your ghost money! Jesus will take care of me!” I turned around and he yelled even louder, “not another step closer! I rebuke thee!” By then he had made a huge scene and people were looking at us. Clearly I was upsetting him so I just left to finish up my jog. On the way back to my apartment I had to wait for traffic at the corner of 5th and Union and that’s when my day got really weird. There on the traffic light post was a missing person sign. The girl in the picture looked a lot like the girl in my dream. Naturally I thought this is where I had seen her before, but the date it said she went missing was 10/20/10. That’s the day after my first dream about her. How the heck is that possible?

It’s late and I’m beat. Going to bed now and I hope for another series in this dream. I’ll update earlier tomorrow.

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About Charles Sceales

I'm a guy. I'm 27. I'm engaged. I'm off the meds.
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One Response to Not A Normal Day

  1. Oooo!!!! Good one! Catherine Likey!!! 🙂 The drama. The suspense. The hands on fire…. the badassery in general. I am a fan.

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