I had a dream last night. My dreams lately have been very broken up. When I wake up and try to remember they seem like fragments. The scenes are picked up after they started and then are clipped off before the ending.
This dream was the same in that regard.
Fragmented. Splotchy. Clipped.
There was also a house that has shown up in my dreams now and again over the past couple of years… an old three story house that has an Adams Family feel to it… creepy, weird and odd but not in the funny ha-ha way the show perceived the house.
No this has an eerie feel to it, yet I know the hiding places, nooks and secret doors. There are hidden stone passage ways within the walls, ceiling and fireplaces that are dark and have an unsettling energy to them but I am familiar with their route and I know where the peek holes are where I can see down into hallways and rooms of this cavernous house.
And although this house has been in recurring dreams over the past two or three years about eight or ten times, there was a certain character who made an appearance last night who hasn’t been in my dreams in a very long time. My ex wife JK was in it.
For some reason, last night she was in my dream. It was as if she and I were trying to communicate through this dream. It’s weird. I don’t know quite how to explain it.
We were in one of the secret passages located above a dining hall. We were crawling quietly up the creaky stairs of a very narrow secret passage that led to a belfry or bell tower of sorts. As we climbed higher I could see down into the dining hall through slats in the wall and holes in the wallpaper. She was behind me and kept tugging at my pants to get my attention. When I’d turn to look back she would mouth or whisper something but I couldn’t hear her. There was some sort of white noise in the background like wind or something and so I couldn’t hear her. I couldn’t tell what she was saying but the expression on her face made it seem urgent.
In my dream, I felt like she was trying to tell me some things about herself that would explain why she left eight years ago… like it was a mental condition. She even told me the name of the condition but when I woke up I couldn’t remember it. As I woke I was begging my mind to remember so I could search it out on the web to see if it was a real condition or simply some word my mind had conjured up in the dream. I couldn’t get that word back.
I’ve read a book or two that claims dreams are the plane where souls communicate through the divide. I don’t know if I really believe in that kind of stuff… maybe. I don’t know.
But the attempt to communicate seemed so… so…
I wonder if she dreamed of me last night.
Guess I’ll never know.