Ghost Hunting

This dream took placed a couple of days back, only I haven't had the time to sit and type it out. Thanks a lot uni. Anyways It's amazing that I have to schedule out time from my waking life, to work with my sleeping-life. This will be shorter than most, mainly because it's not fresh in my mind.

September 13, 2011 : Ghost Hunting
I was standing in my backyard next to a couple of guys. There were unloading equipment from a white van. The placed the large wooden crates on the grass near our back shed until the back of the van was completely empty. Another guy waved from the front seat and drove the car away. The two guys I was left with began to open up the crates to reveal and assortment of electronics and other items I couldn't quite identify except for the fact that they were blurry. Once everything was out, they began to set up cameras and equipment around my backyard. I looked at them and asked why they were doing this. The bigger guy looked at me and said "don't you know, we're here to deal with your infestation problem". I looked confused for a second, and glanced up at the window of the sun-room. I saw something move inside, a quick flicker across my windows and which disappeared into nothing. A heard the sound of footsteps next to me and turned to stare. I noticed that the sunlight was disappearing from the ground and a chill filled the air. I wrapped my jacket around me tight to block out the cold. The younger guy came up to me and handed me a flash light. I walked into the back section of the house, behind the garage to investigate. I couldn't shake the distinct feeling of being watched, even though I knew both the boys were in the upper section of the garden. I moved over to the fence and peered over, remember where the old Lilly Pilly tree used to be. I could still hear the old branch scratching up against the fence and the smell of the fruit fermenting on the lawn in summer, despite the brisk air out. I felt a tug on my leg and turned to peer into the darkness. I couldn't see anything so I headed over to the boys. I walked up onto the cemented area and sat down on the bench facing the grassy area. I heard a child's giggle and looked up. On the balcony of my neighbour's house was a child standing against the railing. The child was pointing into the yard and staring at me. I could see the boy had dark hair and something moving behind him. An Old woman came up behind him and put her arms around him protectively. She stared at me and a scowl crossed her face. The younger guy came up to me and sat down. He told me he felt something strange in the air. I pointed up at the balcony and the younger guy yelled for the older one. The older guy yelled at the child, telling him to get back inside. I noticed something slip between the shadows of the shed and the garden. I got up to walk over there with my flash light and what appeared to be a device in my hand that lit up at certain areas. I walked slowly and steadily over there only to notice a small white box on the ground in front of the shed. Putting the flash light under my arm I picked up the box and began to examine it. The younger guy walked over to me and asked for the box. I moved my fingers around the edges and found a latch and lifted it up. Inside were dozens of little white boxes that seemed to glow slightly, although I wasn't sure if it was just the reflection of the moon. I picked up one of the boxes as the guy grabbed the box from my hand. He looked angry and stormed off back to the older guy who was still fixated on the balcony.

The little white box on my hand began to glow and then float upwards. I noticed it began to slowly unfold itself, floating shoulder height in the dark. I could hear a giggle beside me and looked down to the boy who was on the balcony. He giggled as he tried to jump up and grab at the box. I felt a strange chill in the air and turned to see the old woman behind me. She seemed almost transparent in the moonlight at the edge of my garden. I could hear the two men at the other side of the garden calling me. They were screaming at me. I could feel a cold hand on my shoulder and I could see light hinting over the horizon. The little boy screamed loudly and I looked up to see a black crow swoop over its head. I turned to scream at the lady to help him but she was gone. The crow swooped again, this time hitting the boy and he disappeared into nothing. The bird came at me this time. I reached up and grabbed it. It pulled me along for some distance until it stopped by the back stairs. The guys caught up with me and yelled for me to kill it, stating it was the only way the little boy could be saved. One of them handed me a dagger. I lifted it high in the air, the bird screaming loudly. I looked up to the shed and saw the old woman and the boy. The both seemed pale almost see through the rays of light which were peaking over the rooftop of my house. I brought the knife down hard. A gush of wind stirred up around me. I looked up at the shed again, and they were covered in red and blood. The boy started to cry. The old lady looked disappointed. I looked down, my hands were covered in blood and I couldn't quite shake the feeling something wasn't right. I looked up at the guys. They too seemed transparent and covered in splotches of red. I looked at the bird, its head separated from its body, blood slowly spilling out, and yet the head moved. The eyes looked at me, and the bird once again began to scream loudly. Then I woke up.

Bad Idea

Sometimes I have dreams, and all I can think is, seriously what the hell was that?? This is one of them because I have no explanations at all for it.

15 May, 2011 Bad Ideas

I was standing outside my grandfather's house, watching a million black crows fly across the sky and land in  the trees in the park out the front of his house, not that you could call it a park, it had dirt instead of grass and a few trees lined along the side. No one ever really played there, it was just a path between two parts of the street. The guy sitting next to me swore as more and more birds circled above turning the sky dark. He looked at me and said, "we could just burn it down, birds and all". I thought for a second, it didn't seem like the best plan, but it wasn't the worst one we had come up with either. "Alright, the gasoline's in the back" I said as he walked over and later came back with a small can. He began pouring the gas onto the bottom of the trees and grabbed a lighter from his pocket. "last chance to pull out" he said with a grin. "Let's just get it over with" I said as I turned and headed up the stairs. He tossed the lighter onto the trees and walked up the stairs after me as the flames traveled up the trees. I stood there in the golden ember, and watched the birds fall from the sky. The wind changed suddenly and the first headed towards the house. I sighed and said "Some fucking plan that was".  I ran into the house and started putting my stuff in boxes. My family began to do the same, I kept loading my stuff into boxes, handing them to the guy to put into the van parked in the driveway. More and more things seemed to pile up and I could feel the house getting warmer and warmer.

Everyone threw things in the car and headed towards the road, when my aunt started screaming about a baby she forgot to pick up. Rolling my eyes I looked at the guy from the start and he said "guess we're going back". He turned the car around and we got off, I watched as the other cars drove off. I ran towards the house, the flames getting close and closer. I threw the door open and headed through the lounge room and into the hallway joining the dining room. I turned into the spare bedroom which was a nursery, there was a strange shadow girl standing over the crib. She lifted the baby up and walked towards me. I told her to give me the baby but she wouldn't as she walked past me into the flames. I yelled, but the baby seemed unharmed and sleeping in her arms. She told me if I wanted the baby back I had to put all the food from the cabinet into her bag. I started grabbing at the food and throwing it into the bag, however the more food I put in there, the less food that seemed to be in the bag and the more on the table, I put my arms across all the food and dragged it into the bag, again everything appeared. Frustrated I pushed the cabinet hard and it fell backwards. It smashed into the wall creating a large hole. "Well now you're stuffed" the girl said as the black birds began to flock into the room. More and more of them flew into the room until I couldn't see the girl anymore. I could feel them in my hair, on my skin, everywhere. Everything went black. Then I woke up.

Flood and Crows

I would like to thank my Insomnia for kicking in once again. I hate when it does that because I don't get to dream and then I get frustrated and angry. Anyways due to my lack of sleeping, and the necessity to wake up every hour on the hour, I decided to update with an older dream.. Here we go

4th July, 2010 : Flood and Crows

I was sitting at the computer, flicking through websites when a bulletin came on the news. There was going to be a heavy rain storm that might lead to flooding. My family seemed really panicked about it and insisted on us packing our essential stuff into the car. I packed my things, slowly, while watching the sky turn a dark black. There were warnings of floods coming left right and centre. There were these huge ships that had been constructed for people to stay in during the flood "just in case". We walked outside and it had begun to rain lightly, the thunder crashing loudly in front of us. We piled into the car and started driving towards these ships. We got stuck in the mud at one point and the people around us kept looking at me funny. We got free and headed to the ships but there was no room for our car and our things. We tried all the entrances and they were all filling up slowly. Someone had placed a large ladder at the top of this huge building. People were climbing up it and into the place to get out of the storm and in hope the shelter would protect them from the rain. We got out of the car and tried to park it in the garage of the place but it was full. People were arguing and screaming at one another and we kept trying different places. We eventually came back to the building and I climbed up the ladder. I peered through the window and noticed that the room was filled with pillows and people were gathered inside it, trying to escape from the storm. By now the sky was almost black and the rain was coming down harder and harder. I told my parents to get inside and I'd find somewhere for the car. I was looking for a place but I couldn't find any, people kept stopping and looking at me, then speeding off in another direction.

 I wasn't sure what was going on until the man approached. He opened the bonnet of his car and began to attach wires to the engine. He said he had to do something to me, or something really bad would happen. Unsure I looked at my parents for help, they didn't seem to see me so I laid down in the rain, he opened up my shirt and grabbed a knife and slit down my chest, he opened my rib cage and put the ends of the wire on my heart. It shocked me once, he said it wasn't enough and did it again and again. Finally I felt like something was pulling me away from this scene. After struggling for a while, I gave in and let go of whatever I was holding on to and everything went black.

I was sitting at my computer, talking to someone on msn. They said a huge storm was coming and it would lead to floods that would wipe out a lot of people. I told them I wasn't leaving. The rain was getting heavier outside my window and I watched as the rain seeped under the crack of my door. It wasn't long before the water reached my ankles, I said goodbye to whoever I was talking to and walked out of the house. I saw a few cars speeding past and I waved my arms to get someone to stop, A car slowed down and there was a woman and a man in it, I thought they were going to help me, instead the man pulled out a gun and shot me four times. I fell to the ground and I could see my blood mixing with the water. I was trying to get up when the Man approached me again. He said he could help, I had to trust him. A pool of black ooze appeared on the floor, He said that if I wanted to live, I had to let it in me. I could see others walking the street with the ooze; they seemed to be like zombies. I could feel the ooze travelling up my leg and into the wounds, I didn’t' want it but I didn't have a choice. Then everything just stopped.

I was standing outside of my school talking to a girl. She told me I had to go home and get her a book before class started. I walked towards the park and noticed there were quite a few birds floating around. As I turned the corner I noticed a large black crow sitting on the fence. Its wings were out as if it was drying the rain from before, although nothing was wet. It called out loudly and stared into my eyes as I walked past. I felt a sharp sting in my leg and turned to see another crow, its beak embedded into my leg. I pulled it out gently and let it fly. It swooped again at me. I fell to the ground, attempting to protect myself. I looked up and there was a large black dog, its eyes red growling at me. It bit me hard on the arm and began to drag me up towards my street. When I got there, I saw the man again, Just standing there laughing at me. He asks me if I've had enough. Then there was a large crack of thunder. Then I woke up.

Zombies!!

This is the dream I had early this morning. I love when my dreams are random... not so much when they repeat themselves and slightly changes... it always throws me off guard!! Anyways, here we go, my brain's version of a Zombie Apocalypse, or as I've now dubbed it Zompocalypse!

The Zompocalypse


I was sitting on the desk, my legs swinging underneath as I spoke to the old cop. He was wearing a faded blue uniform, and cleaning a shot gun. He smiled at me and said, things were slow , especially out where we were, as he motioned to the window. I looked outside and saw a field and a tiny place in the distance. He looked at me and said, "they're leaving, so you should leave now if you hope to catch up". I looked outside and my parents were walking in the distance, so I smiled, hopped off the desk and walked for the door. "thanks" I said as I went through the door. I walked briskly to catch up, but it seemed I was always so far behind. Before i knew it, I was in a suburb, walking on a path up the hill. My parents were still in the distance, as I rushed to catch up. People attempted to stop me, asking me questions. I pushed them out of the way and continued upwards, feeling tired as I got closer and closer. I walked past a large tree and tripped over. A guy appeared and smiled, and said, look up. I looked upwards towards the sky and there were millions of crows, they were holding something that looked like a giant wooden cross which they dropped. It landed on my ankle as I rolled out of the way. I got up, as another one fell down and stumbled towards the road. My parents were on the other side, just standing there, but there were more and more cars. I yelled across at them, and after a while of attempting to cross the road, they understood and some how crossed the road. We walked down the road and ended up stopping for ice cream and hotdogs... For some reason, we had to walk back to the police station, which was just across the field. We walked, quickly into  the police station, as the old cop closed the door behind us, barricading it with a log. The door shook as someone smacked against it on the other side. Again and again it smacked it, as I creeped closer to look through the peep hole. Through the hole I saw a woman, her hair a complete mess. She kept slamming her arm against the door. I went to open the latch when a younger policeman appeared and yelled No. He slammed his body against the door to stop it from opening. The old man brought out a sickle and through the gap in the door swung downwards. He cut off the woman's arm and slammed the door shut. He looked at me acusingly as another person burst through the window.  More and more people piled into the room, biting and ripping into people, as I ran for the small room. The younger policeman and I hid in the small room. It had metal walls, and was dark. He squeezed my hands as the sound of the door got louder and louder before it burst open. I was thrown against the wall.

When I woke up, I was sitting back on the policeman's desk. He was telling me about zombies. He told me we had to get out before they came and not to get bitten, otherwise there would be no point. Grabbing some weapons, he threw me a long piece of wood to "beat them off" We walked through the front door, he had a shot gun in hand and was shooting people as they came past. It seemed like the more we shot, the more that appeared. More and more of them  streamed through the doors, some of them family, some of them friends, and some unrecogniseable. I smacked them with the stick, again and again, hitting them in the head, hoping to get them away from me long enough to reach the car. Unfortuantely, in the midst of this, my stick broke, and I was left defenseless. I saw the policeman run for the car, as more and more of them closed around me. He looked back.. mouthed sorry as he got into the car and began to drive off. I could feel my arms being bitten and I could see the blood coming down. Things started to get darker until I couldn't see anything.

When my vision became clear, I was sitting back on the desk at the police station. The old man looked at me and smiled. He said "feeling any deja vu yet?" And I looked at him, sighed and said. "Give me the damn guns this time." He stuffed a duffel bag full of shot guns, handed it too me and showed me how to load one. I'd just loaded my first gun when the door burst open and a man with half a face appeared. I sighed and said, here we go again. I was about to shoot him when I heard a phone ring. I turned to it, Picked it up.. and woke up to my house phone ringing.