Wednesday, October 01, 2014
Hey heyyyy ... come out and PLAY
The other night, I had another dream about the house I grew up in. I know why; it's because there's been yet more family f*cking drama going on lately, and any time that happens, I tend to dream about the house.
The haunted house, that is.
The funny thing is, I don't really believe in ghosts, per se. I don't believe in the afterlife and I don't believe that some of us hang around after we die.
But there was something in that house. I'm still having nightmares about that house, fifty damn years on.
I won't go into details about my dream the other night; suffice it to say it was a nightmare, and it was about the door to the storage room, and I finally got the courage to summon forth whatever was lurking in there, and
I don't wanna talk about it anymore. Seriously, I don't want to talk about it. It's too hard. Most of the time, as soon as I wake up from one of these dreams, I'm fine, because I realize that I'm not actually back in that house, that I'm in my OWN house, which is not haunted in any way, shape, or form, but for whatever reason, I had a hard time shaking this one off.
Maybe someday I'll stop dreaming about that house. I hope so, anyway.