This is the second night running that I've had a vivid dream. Had I felt scared during this one, I suppose it would be classed as a nightmare. I didn't. I was more a spectator in the story, though I was expected to participate at various points and virtually failed. Don't ask me why, but my last dream was about being a guest in someone's house and discovering it to be rather haunted. The person in question was talking of this haunting in quite a matter-of-fact sort of way and playing it down. Just as I was about to leave, I went to the bathroom and found it to be full of ghosts and ghouls of varying sorts. Most notably there was:
- The flying flame, which was setting fire to the string on the pull switch for the room.
- A series of glowing blue streaks, which could be conveniently let out of the window.
- The Terminator - yes. The Terminator. This was my favourite. A hole appeared in the base of the bath and a mockup of Arnie on a bike emerged through it. This mockup was rubbish, because its weapons only flashed. Not only that, but they didn't flash like the flash of a camera - more like the flash of someone turning a torch on and off.
So, am I losing my mind, dreaming of strange bathrooms with ghosts in? Of course not. As I remarked in my last blog, dreams are perfectly normal and cannot be taken literally. I have no desire to get to the bottom of this vision, instead preferring to blame it on whatever I'd been eating the previous day. In fact, a lot of what I'd eaten the previous day was fruit. Perhaps it was haunted fruit.