straaaange dreams
Two odd dreams last night.
In the first, someone told me (or perhaps I read on Make?) that if I smeared a layer of grease between two sheets of wax paper, I could hold it up like a window and see people's, for lack of a better word, sins. I expected to see scenes of cheating, violence, etc. But when I tried it I only saw a beautiful golden glowing image of the person I was pointing it at. So that was reassuring.
The second I blame on
wishthesame and rabbitlight, who gave me the copy of House of Leaves I was reading just before bed (NB: House of Leaves is, in part, about an evil house) In it, I'd felt once or twice a slight "push" while walking around the house, like someone gently nudging me. I'd disregarded it as nothing but poor balance on my part until I was walking up the stairs and suddenly felt something push me backward, hard. I nearly fell down the stairs but caught my balance, only to then have this force try to pick me up by the hood of my sweat shirt (note that I never wear hoodies) and pin me to the wall. I tried to call out for Heather but could hardly speak. It turns out that this was because I was trying so hard that I was actually talking in my sleep, which is notoriously hard to control (and which I almost never do, so far as I know). Not so fun.
In the first, someone told me (or perhaps I read on Make?) that if I smeared a layer of grease between two sheets of wax paper, I could hold it up like a window and see people's, for lack of a better word, sins. I expected to see scenes of cheating, violence, etc. But when I tried it I only saw a beautiful golden glowing image of the person I was pointing it at. So that was reassuring.
The second I blame on
wishthesame and rabbitlight, who gave me the copy of House of Leaves I was reading just before bed (NB: House of Leaves is, in part, about an evil house) In it, I'd felt once or twice a slight "push" while walking around the house, like someone gently nudging me. I'd disregarded it as nothing but poor balance on my part until I was walking up the stairs and suddenly felt something push me backward, hard. I nearly fell down the stairs but caught my balance, only to then have this force try to pick me up by the hood of my sweat shirt (note that I never wear hoodies) and pin me to the wall. I tried to call out for Heather but could hardly speak. It turns out that this was because I was trying so hard that I was actually talking in my sleep, which is notoriously hard to control (and which I almost never do, so far as I know). Not so fun. 