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The House of Junk : Bizarre Dream (Wednesday Afternoon) [Nov. 26th, 2003|03:11 pm]
Miss Von Trapp
[Mood |scaredscared]
[Music |The eerie and oppressive sound of silence.]

I often dream in a visual-cinematic style with a strong storyline...usually with some dramatic peak to finish it just before I wake...

I would LOVE to make one or two of them into short films...partic. this one and the 'Cannibal Chef' one a few months back as I always have full recall of the dream afterwards as vividly as if it were real...this tends to leave me shaky, with an all-pervading atmosphere of nervous quiet about the house...

This one, I think, came deep from my psyche...and I don't like it.

The House of Junk

I had or was considering purchasing a house...so went with my ex boyfriend (the one who has moved out), my mother, my father and my cat chloe to view the property.

It was a large, victorian, detached house...with a central staircase that had two sides to it...so that the top floor was almost open plan...but divided into rooms...like the interior of an old cruise-ship, with wooden beams above.

We look around the ground floor...it seems a normal vacated property...the decor leaves a lot to be desired, but we are pleased with the enormity of the rooms...you can certainly get a lot in there...

As we ascend the stairs, we notice that the owner has left A LOT of belongings on the top floor...side tables, mirrors, displays of plastic plants with lighting through them so that they appear like glass...that's just the landing...

We go into the room on the left, and find it like a curio shop of ornaments and pieces of random victorian furniture...shelves and display cases...

In and on these cases...to our surprise and delight are ornaments perfectly suited to our tastes...we comment that the owner must have been similar to us and we find it amusing...and slightly pleasing that these things should be left behind...

Snoopy ornaments, Elephant ornaments of all shapes and sizes...right up to a particular black wood elephant carved plant stand...and tiny mantelpiece ornaments...then a collection of easter egg boxes...designed snoopy-style...and various other bits and bobs that I recognise as strikingly similar to my parents, exes and my personal tastes in bric-a-brac...

We leave this room, wondering whether or not the owner will remove and destroy all this stuff, secretly hoping that they will leave it for us...we do LOVE collecting things and they are well suited to our interests...

Crossing the landing, we go into the room opposite...and find it a large open plan room, with many many bookshelves in a well-lit area in the furthermost corner...

About 5 library size, so you can walk in amongst them, black wood bookshelves on beige carpet...wooden floorboards...and 4 easy chairs to the right of them...

The bookshelves are LADEN with books...so many...but so many to spend time looking through...

We go over there...and find the house-owner/seller with his wife, daughter and son sitting in the chairs waiting for us. I have Chloe on my lap...she is being incredibly affectionate and pawing me softly.

We start to chat to the owner, making it clear we are interested in the property...the owners family sit there quietely...smiling...a bit zombie-like, but I assume they switch off when 'dad starts going on'...

Chloe's pawing becomes more insistent...I snuggle my face into her as I talk to the house owner...and she is literally HOLDING my head in her paws when I bury my face in her fur...it's like she's trying to tell me something...and getting more and more desperate by the minute...

The dad in the russet sweatshirt and beige slacks talks on...family stuff...making my parents laugh with anecdotes etc...I comment that the house reminds me of the interior of an old cruise ship, and move closer in as I do so...Chloe wriggles uncomfortably and tries to pull me away...it is this point that I become seriously edgy...and start to think...

I move Chloe closer in to him...she is recoiling in fear...I snuggle into her...it seems like she wants to wrap her paws around me and haul me away...she doesn't want me to let go of her...and she clearly is terrified of the man we are talking to...

I, as a last resort...to test what I am thinking...push her up against the mans knee as if to put her on his lap...she snarls...screams like a demon...huge mouth, claws, eyes frantically wide...and goes utterly limp as if broken in half down her ribcage...at which point I jump up and start screaming at my family to get out of the house...rushing down the wide stairway to the stained glass front door...holding a possibly dead chloe in my arms...my family and ex are shuffling like zombies behind me...the mans family are shuffling about in a similar fashion downstairs...clearly a part of the house that cannot get away...

And I scrabble at the key in the door, desperately trying to turn it to get out...


I believe I made it...or will do when I clear all the clutter out of this flat...everywhere I look now...piles of toys, books, videos, ornaments...things I will never need which really should go...

( This is why it scared me... )

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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From: vile_temptress
2003-11-26 08:43 am (UTC)
I have vivid dreams sometimes as well. When they really stand out, I write the storyline and main parts down in my "dreambook".
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[User Picture]From: missvontrapp
2003-11-26 10:13 pm (UTC)
I should do that...I'm just keeping them here at the moment;)
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