i had a dream the other night that i can only describe as my own prologue to a tale similar to the 1973 film exorcist.
i was deeply disturbed by it and couldnt get back to sleep.
abbas ' angel eyes ' was playing before i went to sleep that night..
the dream :
a pale european beautiful little girl of around 13 visiting her distant aunt with her mother...
it was happening....something was....coming..
the girls aunt lived far away in a cold distant climate with very few or no people at all..
the visit had ended and the girl and her mother were preparing to fly home..
when they arrived at the airport, it was strangely deserted, very few people around.....all non descript......the odd airport staff here and there..
the girl was sleepy, and dreamely calm, ready to come home, giggling with her mother as they went through the airport terminal..
the girl was also strangely distant, subdued to...
the airport was silent....you could hear a pin drop.....outside the airport it was very cold with deep grey mirky skies....little activity....silent and deserted..
a knowingness of what is to come ?
the atmosphere distant.....quiet..
the decor of the airport was orange carpets, grey walls and lime green walls
the dream flashed to the image of the girl putting her favorite toys in her luggage to be ready to fly back that night..
strange looking alien toys with disturbing other worldy faces...weird unusual bodies.....heads that dangled over and were loose on the dolls necks.....
a knowingness ? a premonition ?
that night the large mansion house they lived in with too many floors and rooms was dark.....silent...
her mother was getting her nightgown on her daughter and was troubled and worried by the look on her daughters face...
the look of acceptance of knowingness of inevitability.....a dreamy distant gaze.....hair let down and out.......ready for bed......her room was right at the top of the house..
to get to her room you had to ascend four flights of stairwells..
outside the deep purple of night had arrived....cold, silent....the house was quiet...empty.
they lived in a remote setting...civilisation didnt seem to exist..
with her nightgown on , the girl was quiet...subdued and far off....dreamy....she knew it was going to happen tonight..
her mum was deeply worried at this point and asked ' are you sure your ok ? '
the girl with a dreamingly look nodded, smiled, a smile of goodbye ?
she was ready to retire to bed....her mum knew....but at the same time didnt know..
her mum was disturbed by the look on her daughters face, she didnt recognise the look, but at the same time.....she recognised it..
the girl ascended the dark, long , silent, lonely stairs that would eventually take her to her room..
the houses lights all dimmed with low power...
at that point i woke up from the dream, but it deeply disturbed me.....i tried to capture the essence of it as i wrote it here..
what do you think it could mean ?
afterwards i was very scared i couldnt go back to sleep, i live in a one bedroom flat on disability on my own as i have done for 3 years...
im 30 now i have bpd and ptsd btw.
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