Dreadful Dreaming
This morning, I recall a fair bit of a dream. In it, I was some woman doing research for an article or book or some such, going to a mansion that belonged to some eccentric rich person. I was greeted by a pair of servants who seemed a bit distant or "off" in some way. This host tells me a story from his writing that I view sort of as a movie. In that tale, there are a pair of single mom friends doing things together. One has a single son. The other an infant child as well as two twin sons who are very quiet and a bit creepy. I feel like there may have been some more meat to the story in here, but the next thing I really remember about it, the group is planning to go on vacation. I see the twins pouring water from a pitcher into the single son's suitcase, filling it up slowly. And this moment fills me with a deep, intense sense of dread - so much so that I was shaken into a partly-awake state. Not enough to fully wake me, though, as the dream played on... The next "