Um... so I'm terrified, poop-in-my-pants scared of ghosts.
I can't help it!!!!!! (Said in my whiniest, most pathetic voice possible.)
Even reading Z's previous post about her night terrors has given me the anxious, skin crawling fear that I hate, because I most definitely remember the night she had that nightmare, or actually, I should say I most definitely remember the night AFTER she had that horrible nightmare about something crawling under her blankets in her hotel room. Do you know WHY I specifically remember the night after so vividly? Because I had one of the WORST nightmares I've ever had in my life. And it's all Z's fault.
So before I get into what exactly happened in my sequel night terror, I just want to clarify the fact that Z and I live on opposite sides on the world---we don't get to hang out like normal people---and the simple notion that I had this scarily coincidental (or not coincidental, you can decide) dream is freaky enough even without diving into what happened during my unpleasant slumber.
The Sequel (you can read about Z's original night terror in her blog below).
I dreamed that I went to help Zenobia, halfway across the world, to the specific hotel room that she was staying in and had had the previous horrid nightmare. While I was there we reasoned that there was an evil spirit that needed to know it wasn't welcomed and needed to leave. So Z and I decided to have a séance and make it clear it must not harm Z any longer and let her sleep in peace. This is when things started to get really weird.... Things started to move in the room, the lights flickered and we knew that the malevolent spirit was present. Z and I then held hands and started chanting for it to leave, that it wasn't welcome and kept repeating the word "NO". Overall, the experience was freaky and frightening, but it was the sensations that were created during the nightmare that scared me the most. I felt everything, especially the cold, tingling rush of shivers that signalled the ghost was nearby. The nightmare ended with a sharp coldness prickling up my spine and the spirit pushing my hair straight up, like it was an act of defiance. I woke to this feeling still lingering on my exposed neck and shoulders.
Needless to say, I didn't sleep after that.
I told Z about my experience and the following night she said she slept well.... Interesting.
I've had many, many other dream-related oddities occur, including a premonition, and pre and post death dreams about loved ones. They're not necessarily things I enjoy sharing simply because they were powerful and mysterious and, above all, extremely emotional. I get very upset when I think about them, and that sadness stems from two contradicting thoughts:
1. What if they don't mean anything? What if it's just my imagination and my brain doing wonky things?
2. What if it's not. What if they mean more that I could ever fathom.