January 17, 2005
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I dreamed I was at a spooky old mansion where a party was planned. During the course of the party, many people dissappeared until there was just a handful left. It turned out that they didn’t have permission for the party, and that the building actually had a very bad reputation. Of course, only a few people knew this prior to the party.
Like any situation where something mysterious is going on, the remaining partiers decided to pair up and investigate. So these girls were down in the basement when they found a secret passage. There was a trap door in the floor, then a layer of cardboard, and then a layer of wooden slats. Beneath all that was a secret passage that was little more than a crawlspace.
Suddenly the one girl screamed at the other to cover the space back up. The other girl leaned over the hole and said she could see a light. It was getting closer. The first girl started freaking out. She said there was a ghost baby that wanted to be born and that’s why people were disappearing because it hadn’t found it’s mother yet and it was killing everyone else. Outside of what the two girls were experiencing, I could see a baby carriage slowly moving along the passage. So the first girl ran off down a upward sloping corridor, and the second girl threw the layers back over the hole and ran after her.
Meanwhile, some of the people who had died in the house were in Hell in a cooking class, learning how to make waffles from people. All these people were lying on slabs, and the people in the class followed their teacher from slab to slab as she showed them how fold something that resembled a George Foreman grill over a portion of the person lying on the slab and turn it into a meat waffle. The people on the slabs were awake (because I saw one blink), but they didn’t seem to suffer from the procedure.
Back in the house, the second girl came across a payphone in the passage. She picked up the receiver and immediately a window opened in the wall revealing the hellish waffle class. They tried to catch her, but the first girl came running back. She demanded they let the second girl go because she was one who knew all about the house and hadn’t warned anyone and so she deserved to go to Hell. The people in the class were like, eh, whatever, and grabbed the first girl, letting the other girl go. At the last minute, the first girl changed her mind and tried to get away, but it was too late.
Then the dream switched to a wasteland necropolis full of miscellaneous piles of bones and other objects. A group of cenobites (a la Hellraiser) were gathered around a small pile of those rawhide doggy chew treats shaped like baby shoes and discussing the possibility they might have to get to earth and kill a cow to replenish their stock.
I may be sane, but my subconscious is clearly certifiable.
Comments (3)
Maybe that’s why I wake up sore sometimes! I’ve never noticed my face get like that before (even though I have Rosacea and I’m not supposed to exert myself to that point). Of course, usually if I get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, I don’t turn on the lights either!
Ok it would be fun to hear a good dream interpretation of that one! Do you think you can have your subconscious committed? humm really wouldn’t be fair to your conscious self though huh?:) I have such boring dreams compared to these, though I once dreamed that I could see only in pitch darkness and couldn’t go outside during the day because it blinded me. Half the dream was all green like I was looking through night vision goggles or something.
That’s a pretty crazy dream. I have extremely violent and dark dreams at times, but I’m never actually in hell making meat waffles, lol.