How odd, I actually woke up last night in the middle of the night, startled awake by a nightmare. And I was startled awake by the one thing I would never expect to scare me at all – a dream about ghosts…
My memory is that it was a highly visual dream – for years people have asked me, do you dream in colour, to which I reply, no, “I dream in text”. The dreams that I recall when I awake are just that – as if I have been reading a book, formatted and grammatically correct. Last night I had a full blown technicolour “as if I was there” dream – and it managed to frighten me!
Now the details probably are not interesting to anyone, but the dream geography was exact and consistent – I was in Australia, staying in a hotel built in the 19th century, adjacent to a vineyard. The terrain was rocky and not at all what I would expect from Oz, but with well watered lush gardens. The building complex featured small gatehouse or “castle” built in the 19th century, which served as a hotel, then a large house where a number of my friends were staying, in th centre of the grounds, then a larger, possibly larger bungalow I think – but that gives no concept of the buildings scale or magnificence – I’d say it was a fine modern house, a mansion in fact. The ground sloped up, from gatehouse to bungalow, and I was investigating spook claims in the top house. I had one male colleague staying with me, I forget who, and within a few hours we had been forced out by the phenomena – I recall frantically trying to fix the fuses when the lights blew, and a real sense of mounting terror. We retreated to the middle property, where we met Amanda a girl who I knew at college, among other members of the old Student Parapsychology Society, then all retreated to the gatehouse.
So the point of the dream seemed to be “CJ gets defeated by a genuine ghost.” Of course it was a modern ghost – because that is what I find scary. Not Victorian maidens rustling around staircases wailing, but the ghosts of the years I have been alive. There is nothing like a haunted shopping mall or a haunted service station to be creepy when stuff kicks off. Still, odd I should be so disconcerted and forced awake by nothing more than a dream! 🙂