Let me tell you about the dream that I had last night. It won't sound as cool or complex as it really was when I try to put it into words, partly because I only remember the barest of details. Anyway, I'll warn you now; it was rather odd.
I dreamt I was a ghost, and I'm not talking about any of your run of the mill passive spirits, I was a full-blown-all-out-haunting-spirit; rattling chains, causing floors to creak, and doors to mysteriously open, I did it all. The funny thing about all this was that I was unaware of the creepiness of what I was doing. To me, I was just behaving in a way that was natural and expected; having a good time, not a care in the world.
I lived in a large old mansion, or a castle, with a family (and this is where the details get fuzzy, because I can't remember, specifically, the people who lived there with me. I want to say there were a couple girls, damsels in distress and all, but here I might really be dreaming). There was also an old wizard that lived there, unrelated to the others, and he was kind of scary.
Anyway, here I was living the good life in my castle (and I got the sense that I had been doing this for a long time), when I suddenly began to notice that people were catching glimpses of me as I was going about my daily haunting. It wasn't anything big, just a flicker of the eyes when I ghosted through a room, small things. But it was enough to make me worried because nothing like that had ever happened before. It was unnatural for people to see me; I was a ghost! So I began to be very cautious; I would hide when people entered the rooms that I happened to be in, diving behind the closest chair or whatever.
One day, the evil wizard walked in with several other people, and as I had been doing, I dived behind a large orange leather recliner. But as I did so, I noticed the wizards eyes dart my direction and then away again, as if he had made unwanted eye contact. As I watched him talking with the other people I knew that he could see me, he knew I was there, and that scared me.
There is a missing fragment here; I can't remember what happened in the interim period, maybe nothing, but the next thing that I can remember is that the wizard captured me. I don't know how he did it, but his plan was to use me to augment his power and that was really scary.
That's all that I can remember. I don't think I woke up at this point, there was much more to this dream than what I can remember. It was one of those dreams that makes you resist waking up because you don't want to leave. . .and when you do, all you can think is, "that was freakin' AWESOME!!!!"
Interesting, eh? When I tried telling my roommate in the morning it really sounded like I had been tripping on drugs all night long (I swear, all I did was eat at Carls Jr.).
The cool thing is that I can add this to my writing projects list. I can make a good story out of this. Which leaves me with about three multiple book projects that I need to finish. . . Doesn't that just suck?
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