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Man alive is it hard to get a good night’s sleep before a big day! First I ended up staying up until 3am following this Rackspace situation. (And because I couldn’t help following the most traffic I’ve ever had here to date thanks to links from places I’d never dreamed I’d appear. As I told a friend: I’ve died and gone to nerd heaven!)

Then the nightmares started up. I was in this huge, old house. I’d say about three stories, and it was part of a complex of buildings. (This has to be a nod to my friend Amy’s house, since she lives in an old farm complex where the barn et al have been converted to living space.) The family I was with seemed to be a variable cast of mother, father, and various female siblings. The family seemed to live in fear of some horrible spectre, despite the fact that I don’t really recall any hauntings, per se, up until the end.

I – the variable I, always a different character whose head I see through – was trying to talk to the youngest girl, a skinny thing in a white nightgown that would have been at home on Peter Pan’s Wendy. Her dark, wild hair and tired eyes told tales that her mouth did not. I don’t recall if she spoke at all, what I do recall is pleading with her not to go, not to sink into an ominous looking circle of rocks and dirt in the back yard. She insisted she’d died, and had to go back into the ground. The I that I was at the time clutched at a handful of dry pieces of half-bone and reached for the girl in the other. I don’t know when or where that talisman was picked up, but it seemed so critical at the time.

I (and I) lost the battle to save the girl, and she disappeared in a flash of what I can only think to describe as “fuzzy” light. (Think of the filter effect they use on Barbara Streisand.)

THEN the poltergiest activity ensued. It’s sort of a blur but there were tossings and turnings and the family would run out of the house, but ultimately refused to leave.

The last thing I remember is looking up to see someone whom I’d thought we lost to the hauntings appear at the top of a set of sidewalk stairs. He was the only one smart enough to get away, and had come back to check up on things. At that moment, I turned to look in the window to see a spray of blood followed by a limb smack wetly against a window and fall away just as quickly. Carefully peering into the window, the remainder of the family was a sickly blue-grey in the darkness of the kitchen. Their eyes gleamed yellow and soulless. It’s unknown who was torn apart, since there was no body or parts to be seen and the members of the family were inconsistant through the dream. With a strangled effort to draw air I turned away and went to flee with the other, and then woke up.

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