I had a very vivid dream so disturbing that I awoke in the middle of it. I usually don’t rember my dreams but this one lingers.
A few months after we were married, Thom and I moved into a little cottage on Baltimore Street behind his parents house. It was small and utterly devoid of charm or character. It was most definitely not nice and in a rapidly deteriorating neighborhood that is now crack central. It was frigid in the winter and roasting in the summer but it had two bedrooms and was free so we made the best of it. I haven’t lived there for 15 years.
I don’t know why but all my dreams especially the disturbing ones take place there.
All of the following takes place in the dream. I had went to sleep in my own house in my own comfy bed and I woke up on the couch back on Baltimore Street surrounded by lots of people, many of them on my LJ or SDMB friends list. Jack Batty and thinksnow and Demo and crunchy sitting on the couch. Hardy and Geobabe and Bill and tigg and mauvaise lounging around plus dozens of others. I was really happy for a moment that all my favorite guys and gals were there until I began to notice how disgustingly filthy the house was.
And I mean disgusting… . . Mondo bizzare, Silence of the Lambs horrifyingly disgustingly filthy. Piles of garbage everywhere, rancid smells, flies buzzing,cockroaches, every surface in the kitchen covered with dishes that had obviously not been washed for weeks, food was molding in the fridge and the sink was full of maggots and some sort of revolting foamy gooey mess that must have been food at one time. The bathroom was an unspeakable horror.
I hopped up desparately trying to tidy up when in reality the only thing left to do would have been to burn the place down.
I keep muttering, “this is not my house, I mean I used to live here but that was years ago, and it never looked like this when I lived here I can assure you. My house is clean and the dishes are done and there are no bugs anywhere, really I mean it. How did I get here? Why can’t I remember where I left my beautiful house. Why do I sound like a Talking Heads song? Wait come back :sobbing now: this is not my beautiful house, Don’t leave please! I was gonna house a Dopefest. This is not my beautiful house :sniff:”
Well I really think it was a combination of tomorrow being garbage day, planning on getting together with OKI-Dopers in Cincinnati this weekend and maybe having to use the bathroom.
Shame is a pretty strong word but I was unhappy with the declining neighborhood and cramped conditon and bland brown paneled decor of the house.
It was clean when I lived there. Now it is just sad and just may look like I imagine it in my dreams. I don’t drive thru that neighborhood if I can help it.
[sub] and if you look in the OP you’ll see that I did ask myself, “How did I get here”. I think I may have been screaming My God what have I done when I awoke[/sub]
Speaking of house dreams. Does anyone have recurrent dreams about a house they used to live in?
I do. It’s weird because we didn’t live there long before buying our house where we’ve now been for ten years.
And it was torn down right after we moved out. (They built a bank there)
It’s a ghost house haunting my dreams! It’s like when you dream about someone who died and keep saying, “But I thought you were dead!” “I thought this place was torn down!”
The weirdest dream was when I was there in the ghost house and lay down on the sofa to take a nap. I awoke (in the dream) to a clock chiming eight, and found myself lying on the floor of the bank lobby, with people coming in the doors, looking at me very strangely. Bizarre.
:sniff:”
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