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 "scene" is panning over a pond, where that dread is played out by seeing the second mother and her infant drowned under the water. Then the single boy. Then his mother. The twins are playing in the shallows, one with his shirt off acting out some bestial joy.
I come back to the manor, sort of awkwardly thanking my host for the story. For a moment, his face appears disfigured and perhaps "evil." One of the servants sees me out and I get this sense that twins from the story may be the servants as he now seems somewhat menacing as he leads me to a car driven by the other one. I get in to be driven away with the feeling that they fully intend to kill me to prevent them from being uncovered or something. While riding in the passenger seat, however, I have this shred of lucidity to speak up in self-defense and make the argument that what I'm writing could entice curious people like myself to come to speak to their master. This definitely had the sense of "hey, I can feed you guys more victims rather than expose you."
And that is about where that dream ended - disturbingly.
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 "scene" is panning over a pond, where that dread is played out by seeing the second mother and her infant drowned under the water. Then the single boy. Then his mother. The twins are playing in the shallows, one with his shirt off acting out some bestial joy.
I come back to the manor, sort of awkwardly thanking my host for the story. For a moment, his face appears disfigured and perhaps "evil." One of the servants sees me out and I get this sense that twins from the story may be the servants as he now seems somewhat menacing as he leads me to a car driven by the other one. I get in to be driven away with the feeling that they fully intend to kill me to prevent them from being uncovered or something. While riding in the passenger seat, however, I have this shred of lucidity to speak up in self-defense and make the argument that what I'm writing could entice curious people like myself to come to speak to their master. This definitely had the sense of "hey, I can feed you guys more victims rather than expose you."
And that is about where that dream ended - disturbingly.
Huh. Interestingly creepy. *hugs* The dread may not be worth it though.
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