Dreams Are Weird.
Sep. 19th, 2023 02:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
insaneladybugI have strange dreams.
This, of course, isn't unusual, either for people in general or for me in specific. My dreams seem to be far stranger than normal lately, though. Sometimes they are dreams of longing, of missing happier times. Other times, they are fandom-based and occasionally are worth writing fics of. Still others are about recurring locations.
One of my favorite recurring locations is the haunted house. I often dream that we live in one. Sometimes it's clearly the same house. Other times it's differently designed, yet still meant to be the same house.
I believe I've dreamed of haunted houses since we lived at the house before this. Usually those dreams involved evil spirits possessing the bedroom curtains and me being too terrified to be able to move or scream. I would fall and struggle to crawl away. Attempting to scream would produce no sound, as hard as I'd try.
There are times when I still dream things like that. Usually here, however, I dream of living in a haunted house that is much larger than this house. I have always longed to live in a huge house, mansion-size. The ghosts infest certain areas of the house and either will not let anyone be there at all or people can be there but feel constantly watched. Sometimes the ghosts get them lost in an endless labyrinth, unable to find the rooms and doors they started with.
Sometimes the dream houses are all jumbled up with reality. In today's dream, I had two different rooms, as I did at the old house, and I had to pick and choose what I had in each one. Most of my favorite things were in the room I slept in, while other things were tucked away in another room. For some reason, I was considering making this other room my main room. I think it was because the current main room was haunted or otherwise uncomfortable. Or maybe I just wanted a change. I was enjoying the other room a lot, but felt it too small for what I needed. Then I saw it seemed bigger than I'd thought. I was looking through some of the DVDs, books, and plushies in that room and finding a lot of interesting things I'd forgotten I had.
In another dream this past day, I had decided to attend a several-day camp event supposedly similar to ones I had refused to attend in my youth. I was always the odd one out. It was a huge thing in youth group, to go to camp. People would plan it for months and even have fundraisers to get money to go. I was about the only one who didn't want to. But because I was too nice to say I didn't want to or I had no interest, I came up with weird excuses that I thought might sound more plausible and acceptable. In the dream, I had stuff packed and people were coming to get me. It was the present-day and I was thinking it would be several days before I could get my new chapter up, and that was a shame because it was really almost finished. I didn't really want to leave everything for a week. I don't know why I was trying to go to the thing. When the people came, they told things I hadn't known before, such as that it was so dull up there that people would hang tacks on the wall as an activity. And even though there was a cabin, and there was snow outside, people were going to sleep outside in the snow in sleeping bags. That was the last straw and I backed out of it, even though I knew they'd be mad. One of the people was a youth group leader I miss most dearly in real-life. I was glad to get out of going.
This, of course, isn't unusual, either for people in general or for me in specific. My dreams seem to be far stranger than normal lately, though. Sometimes they are dreams of longing, of missing happier times. Other times, they are fandom-based and occasionally are worth writing fics of. Still others are about recurring locations.
One of my favorite recurring locations is the haunted house. I often dream that we live in one. Sometimes it's clearly the same house. Other times it's differently designed, yet still meant to be the same house.
I believe I've dreamed of haunted houses since we lived at the house before this. Usually those dreams involved evil spirits possessing the bedroom curtains and me being too terrified to be able to move or scream. I would fall and struggle to crawl away. Attempting to scream would produce no sound, as hard as I'd try.
There are times when I still dream things like that. Usually here, however, I dream of living in a haunted house that is much larger than this house. I have always longed to live in a huge house, mansion-size. The ghosts infest certain areas of the house and either will not let anyone be there at all or people can be there but feel constantly watched. Sometimes the ghosts get them lost in an endless labyrinth, unable to find the rooms and doors they started with.
Sometimes the dream houses are all jumbled up with reality. In today's dream, I had two different rooms, as I did at the old house, and I had to pick and choose what I had in each one. Most of my favorite things were in the room I slept in, while other things were tucked away in another room. For some reason, I was considering making this other room my main room. I think it was because the current main room was haunted or otherwise uncomfortable. Or maybe I just wanted a change. I was enjoying the other room a lot, but felt it too small for what I needed. Then I saw it seemed bigger than I'd thought. I was looking through some of the DVDs, books, and plushies in that room and finding a lot of interesting things I'd forgotten I had.
In another dream this past day, I had decided to attend a several-day camp event supposedly similar to ones I had refused to attend in my youth. I was always the odd one out. It was a huge thing in youth group, to go to camp. People would plan it for months and even have fundraisers to get money to go. I was about the only one who didn't want to. But because I was too nice to say I didn't want to or I had no interest, I came up with weird excuses that I thought might sound more plausible and acceptable. In the dream, I had stuff packed and people were coming to get me. It was the present-day and I was thinking it would be several days before I could get my new chapter up, and that was a shame because it was really almost finished. I didn't really want to leave everything for a week. I don't know why I was trying to go to the thing. When the people came, they told things I hadn't known before, such as that it was so dull up there that people would hang tacks on the wall as an activity. And even though there was a cabin, and there was snow outside, people were going to sleep outside in the snow in sleeping bags. That was the last straw and I backed out of it, even though I knew they'd be mad. One of the people was a youth group leader I miss most dearly in real-life. I was glad to get out of going.
