I had a dream last night that was so scary. I woke up curled in the fetal position, and I still wasn’t thinking clearly because I resolved never again to look out from underneath the covers.
I dreamt that my house was possessed by some sort of demonic spirit. Objects were flying all over the house and the rooms were shaking. Blood was materializing in midair and scary voices were echoing throughout the house.
So this psychic “cleaner” comes, like in the movie Poltergeist. (I think this stuff is bunk, but the dream was damned realistic.) She was a tour guide from the Sydney Opera House. She nonchalantly says, “Okay, I’m going to reveal your inner souls,” and everyone in my family thinks that that is a most marvelous suggestion.
Then she changes into a British punk with orange hair from the early 1980s. I change shape, too. I think I become a wizened prophet/oracle-type person). My dog and cat (I don’t have any pets) bite my fingers and then bow down to me, genuflecting. They say, “We have to respect you because you have the oldest soul.” The tour guide looks at me and says, “You were before time.” And so I reply “I tried to tell you (my family) but you wouldn’t believe me!”
Then it gets more bizarre. The pets are still genuflecting to me in front of the guide-turned-punk when I start saying something like “Worship Samhain.” I think that I said it out loud a few times. (I had to look up “Samhain” in Britannica today. I know where I learned the word–a book I read as a kid about the origins of Halloween–but I can’t figure out why I was saying that.)
All the furniture starts flying around again, and I’m still screaming “Worship Samhain” and I fall into a scary forest glen on the side of a mountain.
I begin painting this forest glen like the “Happy Trees” painter on PBS, except I’m saying “Trees and the devil.” I write the word Thomas in black paint across the trees (doubting Thomas?) and then make it into one of these evil trees. The glen is above a peaceful village, and I’m saying “This is where Faust is rising. Faust is coming.”
Then I wake up, scared beyond description. It really disturbed me that I said all of that. I’m not really religious and I’m definitely not interested in the occult. Oh well.