Thirds Night dream....
Night Three:
I was with a male, he was my partner… somehow, married, dating, it was never made clear. But we drove to this house in our little five person SUV thing. We were driving through a forest preserve and finally got to this house. It looked pretty normal on the outside, and we met this realtor woman who had a clip board show us inside.
The inside of the house was near terrifying to me. My husband/boyfriend/whoever, had no reaction, he thought it was boring and drab, but to me, each wall, ceiling, floor, and piece of furniture was all a different color, and it wasn’t normal colors. It looked like they were neon-florescent colors, and yet I was seeing them through a grey haze… so each room was an overload in horrible hovering colors and it got so dizzying that the straight lines through out the house were flimsy and seemed to swell in and out like breathing. I was tripping, and it was really scary that they couldn’t see the same as I did. We went through the living room, and as we left I thought the couch was moving at us, like it was walking after us. The kitchen was next, it seemed like I was stuck in here for ever. It honestly took me several minutes to stop staring at the basket above the fridge. My manly-person had to come grab me by the arm and take me away because I was shrinking in fear of this fruit basket. Out of everything weird colored around the house, the basket was not. It was a normal basket. In each room I’d lag behind waiting for a message or the room to explain itself. He would come back and get me and then apologize for my strange behavior to the realtor.
The last room curved around back into the living room. Where the couch was, now was a window. It seemed obvious to me we needed to leave the house, but he wouldn’t stop talking to the realtor lady. I ran from the house to the car to escape the freaky house. He came after me slowly, telling me that he and the woman agreed not to take the house since it was so far in the middle of a forest preserve. As soon as he said this, the house caught on fire, and as he drove me away I watched it burn while he talked about the nice couch and how it’s a shame the house wasn’t closer.
to go back to last nights dream: http://musicmanaddict.blogspot.com
to go onto the FOURTH DREAM: http://oedipusrox.blogspot.com
I was with a male, he was my partner… somehow, married, dating, it was never made clear. But we drove to this house in our little five person SUV thing. We were driving through a forest preserve and finally got to this house. It looked pretty normal on the outside, and we met this realtor woman who had a clip board show us inside.
The inside of the house was near terrifying to me. My husband/boyfriend/whoever, had no reaction, he thought it was boring and drab, but to me, each wall, ceiling, floor, and piece of furniture was all a different color, and it wasn’t normal colors. It looked like they were neon-florescent colors, and yet I was seeing them through a grey haze… so each room was an overload in horrible hovering colors and it got so dizzying that the straight lines through out the house were flimsy and seemed to swell in and out like breathing. I was tripping, and it was really scary that they couldn’t see the same as I did. We went through the living room, and as we left I thought the couch was moving at us, like it was walking after us. The kitchen was next, it seemed like I was stuck in here for ever. It honestly took me several minutes to stop staring at the basket above the fridge. My manly-person had to come grab me by the arm and take me away because I was shrinking in fear of this fruit basket. Out of everything weird colored around the house, the basket was not. It was a normal basket. In each room I’d lag behind waiting for a message or the room to explain itself. He would come back and get me and then apologize for my strange behavior to the realtor.
The last room curved around back into the living room. Where the couch was, now was a window. It seemed obvious to me we needed to leave the house, but he wouldn’t stop talking to the realtor lady. I ran from the house to the car to escape the freaky house. He came after me slowly, telling me that he and the woman agreed not to take the house since it was so far in the middle of a forest preserve. As soon as he said this, the house caught on fire, and as he drove me away I watched it burn while he talked about the nice couch and how it’s a shame the house wasn’t closer.
to go back to last nights dream: http://musicmanaddict.blogspot.com
to go onto the FOURTH DREAM: http://oedipusrox.blogspot.com
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