For the past year or so, I have had more nightmares than usual. Normally, I’m the type of person that rarely remembers dreams, but in more recent times, they have not only increased in frequency, but intensity as well.
A lot of these nightmares, which I think fall just short of being pure, unadulterated night terrors, involve ghosts showing up in the most familiar environments to me i.e. the kitchen, bedroom, etc. A lot of times when these occur, I wake up my wife, and in a couple of occasions, I scare the hell out of her by waking up gasping in fear.
I had an ex-girlfriend that truly, and genuinely suffered from regularly occurring night-terrors, and I clearly remember being jolted by when she would suddenly sit up in bed, screaming at the top of her lungs with eyes wide open. The roles have reversed, I guess, with my wife now being the recipient, but to be fair to me, my “near-night terrors” are not as high-frequency, or high-intensity as my ex’s were.
Last night’s dream was one that I had no trouble remembering when I woke up in the morning of Friday, July the 13th. The first thing wifey asked me when she saw me was “tell me what it was about.”
The dream took place at my in-laws’ house, although, it was not anything like their current real-life home. There was a massive storm brewing outside, but nobody payed much attention to it except for me, who was curious about the odd colours developing in the sky. When I opened the window fully to look, I saw what was the scariest, most disturbing looking tornado I have ever seen in my life; not even in movies have I seen anything like it. The skies looked like a hellish-red colour taken right from the designer that built The Devil’s Halls. The distance between the tornado and the house was very small and the sheer enormity of it made it seem like it was already on top of us.
As with most dreams, logic was really lacking. Despite this absolute monstrosity that was heading towards the house, my wife and her folks seemed oblivious as to what was going on. I urged everybody to get downstairs and into the basement – it was as if my “conscious” mind was thinking of proper safety procedures in such a situation – not that I’ve ever been in it before.
Once everyone was downstairs in the basement, we looked out the windows again to watch the nastyness that was going on outside – its really tough to put into words what a horrific storm it was and how that tornado was like a real live walking fury from the deepest bowels of Hell unleashed upon the earth. Suddenly, my wife and I both heard a voice clear as day saying, “Hi girl” in a language other than English, but we both understood what was said. We looked at each other and knowingly acknowledged what we had both heard and knew it was neither of her parents voices that had called out like that. Next thing I remember doing in-dream, was look towards one of the open basement doors and running towards it with my wife. Suddenly a figure was standing at that doorway, wearing a green uniform that looked like an old-school officer’s uniform and even maybe something the Nazi soldiers would have worn. The figure which was a man, pointed a gun towards us and said, “You’re under arrest!”
He was all talk apparently as he didn’t do shit all with the gun and so I chased him into that unknown room in the basement. Suddenly as I gave chase, he stopped suddenly and quickly turned around. His face became very ghastly all of a sudden and it ended with it just rushing towards my face as the nightmare ended.
It was as if that ghost got angry real quick when it realised I was chasing it as if it were the hunted. I scoured the internet searching for a picture that might be close to the way that ghost’s face was when it charged me, but I couldn’t find any that looked close to it. It was just such unbridled anger and evil…
I told myself I will make it a habit to write down and record whenever I have such dreams. I wish I would have done it a long time ago. It would be so interesting to go back and read up on other dreams I’ve had. Perhaps I will continue to share them on here from now on.
If you’re reading this – have you had similar nightmares? Any particular ones that jump out at you?