Dream Log: Evil House
Last night I dreamt that I was in a big red house (almost maroon it was so dark) with dark green shutters. The house itself was malevolent, clearly had it in for me and my family. I don’t remember the interior that well, but I’m almost positive I’d dreamed some of it. At some point my family and I were whisked - instantly - away from this vile place, and watched from a great distance as it blew off its foundation and landed on a nearby town. Later on while I was thinking about it, the feeling the house gave me was the same feeling I got when I first read about The Mansion in Dutch Hill in The Dark Tower series. (Which I may have mentioned recently that I have been re-reading.)
It was as though it was a highly unsuccessful rocket launch. The entirety of the house launched straight up and then came crashing back down in a shallow arc that almost seemed pathetic. From the crash site arose a great cloud of smoke, ash, and flames. As it billowed outwards and upwards, blotting out much of the sky as it grew, a face formed within the cloud. At first indistinct and then more obvious. Everyone has seen the suggestion of faces or shapes in woodgrain, clouds, and so on. This went from the mere suggestion to looking like someone had superimposed a mouth and eyes on a giant cloud of smoke. Think the old “interviews” that Conan O’Brien used to do with Arnold Schwarzenegger, with the picture of Arnold, and some other actor’s mouth and eyes superimposed over it in a fuzzy, awkward, disorienting way. At any rate, this cloud of vile intent laughed at me and insisted that although the house was gone, it would not rest until I was destroyed. I found myself seething with a potent mixture of rage and fear. I tried to chant “ommmmm” to calm myself and hopefully drive away this apparition, but that only earned me scornful laughter.
Shortly thereafter, I found myself in the house that had been next door, looking out the window into what used to be the yard. I was struck by how squished together things were, improperly indicating the actual footprint the house had taken up.
My attention was taken away by activity outside. A man was outside looking for me. I think he was a killer, but I don’t quite remember. The last bit I remember was looking out the window out from underneath a blanket or barrier and hearing his thoughts as he figured out I was in the house.
Then there was some other dream about an arcade, and a refridgerated room. I think there were some grey hampsters in the refridgerated room. Maybe more will come to me later, but that’s all I really remember.
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