Three Dreams, Same Scene, All She’s

At least three different times I fell into a dream of a similar setting.  Each time it culminated dramatically, I woke up, and then re-entered the setting with a slightly different scene.

The similarities lie in the fact it was a very large rectangular room, maybe twenty feet across and 40 feet long.  The outside wall w/windows was on the left from my perspective and opposite it on my right was the parallel wall with two doors that opened to a hallway.  It looked to be a very long studio apartment or two college dorm rooms with the intervening wall removed.

There was a kind of division between the two sides of the room.  On one side was my bed in a corner, but surrounding it was an office-type set up with desks, lamps, filing cabinets, etc, and a door.  The other side of the room was a kind of lounging area with a sofa and chairs surrounding a common area that had its own door to the hallway.  On the outside wall of the lounge area between the windows were some large suspended cabinets.  

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I am lying in the bed and the lights are out.  There is someone sleeping at my back and I’m not quite sure who it is.  I slowly roll over enough to look and it is a woman with her hair almost completely gone, kind of growing in tufts like a dog with mange.  I suddenly feel like my life is in danger and the only answer is to kill this person before she kills me.  I grab her around the neck to strangle her and her malevolent yellow eyes open and then narrow as she raises a gun up from the covers and I know I am about to die and... I wake up.

I lie in bed frightened and unsure of where I am.  It slowly dawns on me that I am alive and was only dreaming.  Then I fall back asleep w/o fully awakening.

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I am in that room again.  There has been some activity on the office side and a secretary tells me there is a patient who wants to see me even though it is in the evening and my office hours are long over.  It is a sister of a colleague and so I agree and she comes in and starts talking to me about a crisis she is in.  I am fascinated by how much she resembles her sister.  After she leaves the secretary informs me there is someone hanging out in the hallway and I realize it is a lady from our church who has been stalking me with the intent to do me harm.  I peek out the door and see her standing under what appears to be a street light.  She turns her head to look at me with a menacing glare and... I wake up.  

I am back in my bed and I listen closely to see if I can sense anything out of the ordinary in the house and then fall back to sleep.

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I am in the bed in the corner of the room once again.  There is a little light trickling in through the windows but not much.  I sense something is amiss and I sit up in bed and look about the room.  I don’t see anything.  I get out of bed and as I step towards the middle of the room I realize a woman with black hair is sitting with her back to me on the border b/w the two areas nearest the windows.  I stop dead and dare not move.  She is radiating a kind of coldness and there is a faint glow in front of her from the windows that gives away her outline in the dark.  I am too terrified to move until she starts to turn her head in my direction and I bolt for the door and... I wake up.

This time I can hear the fan running in my son’s room and I seriously consider getting up and checking out the house.  Instead I get up and peek out into the hall, see nothing is amiss, go use the bathroom, and then get back into bed.  

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Sleep comes and draws me back into that elongated room.  I want to check it out in the dark, but don’t want to walk around bumping into furniture and whatnot, so instead I float upwards with my arms and legs dangling below me.  It is something that I know is peculiar but within my control to do.  I float over the desks and then over to the lounge area where there are CPR-like mannequins littering the floor and on the furniture.  I pass over them and am near the door on that side of the room when I notice the mannequin on the couch is different.  I has a shiny white face with sharp nose and pinkish-red hair that converges back into a point.  It reminds me of the cartoon version of The Joker.  Suddenly the eyes pop open and fix me with a stare of  pure hatred.  I fall to the floor no longer able to float and tear out into the hallway.  I run down the stairs grabbing the banister at each landing to whip myself around and down to the next level until the darkness completely envelops me and I awaken in my bed relieved that it was just a dream.

I sense it must be getting close to morning but it is still too early to get up so I doze back off.

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And did I say “three dreams”?  I guess there were more, but this last one happened twice in slightly different ways so it is hard to nail down (with dream logic and all).  What was the same was the door of one of the large hung cabinets swung open and inside was a freakishly tall woman in fetal position with thin limbs and a kind of bouffant blond hairdo.  She may have been dead or simply animated in some way that was not natural.  All I know is that when she stepped awkwardly out of the cabinet I bolted out the door and down the steps as before, but this time I made it to the street and then tried to double back up the other flight of stairs only to run into her coming down.  She had figured out my ploy and I was caught.  Those branch-like arms reached down for me and... 

I awoke one last time feeling like I had been dreaming off and on throughout the entire night revisiting that large room and being terrorized by a coterie of macabre femme fatales.


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