Seeing Past Midnight

My name is Evelyn I work in a big city. I sell small electronic fashion gadgets. My workplace is near a hospital. When I get off work I walk 15 minutes or so to the parking garage where my car is parked and then drive the rest of the way home. My home is mostly made of wood. The rooms are small. But I like it here. I lived several days (work days! 😡) of this other life in 1 dream.

The last dream I had was about a wolf. But I didn’t document it here. And now I no longer have dreams. I barely sleep. I don’t know what else to say. There haven’t been anymore dreams.

Was signing my name over and over because I kept messing my signature up. Dream then shifted. Joshua is telling me about a scene in a movie. This lady loses everything, sad story. Then we’re watching the next part. She’s chained to another prisoner and they’re both walking a narrow path presumably over water. Everything around them is obscured by mist or fog. Everything is red, except for the white fog. They’re having an argument. She gets very angry and picks up the heavy rock that their chains are linked to and throws it over the side. “No,” she says instantly regretting her decision. The man sees what she’s done, holds his breath and leaps. The woman, sad, gives up and lets the chain drag her over to their deaths. Woke up feeling it was very important not to make hasty decisions while upset.

Felt like we were on holiday. Driving to the quartz mine… the road had been paved for cars so you could drive right in. There was a steep hill down into the mouth of the mine. I reached my hands up from the convertible as if we were on a rollercoaster and my fingers could almost touch the frame of the entrance. The dark road led us down deep and then leveled off into a large open area and a parking area. We got out and began exploring on foot. Immediately we saw a giant quartz being prepared for shipment to a nearby town. Workers told us that they usually cut the quartz before it goes, but in this case the consumer had their own cutting facility. This giant quartz was about 60 - 70 cm and looked like water except it was solid. From some angles it was clear and at other angles it was more opaque. The colors shifted as you walked around it. We moved on, but the dream fades after that.

#1: Being held captive by a crazy lady. She made me live with her- I didn’t really have to do anything, but occasionally she would go on dates and I’d be left alone with the evil spirit she worshipped. I knew if I tried to run, I would need a good plan because the last person was caught several times and beaten badly before she finally either succeeded or died (not sure which). When she left, I had to lay down in my bed next to a giant poster/cut out of a clown that watched me. I didn’t have a good plan or the courage to run away yet, but I was working on one. She would sometimes burn something like incense as an offering. I would just have to sit there with her while she did it. She was small and thin with unnatural red hair. She came across like a hippy chick. I had a feeling she was either stronger than she looked, or if I tried to fight her, something would go wrong for me. #2: Cerano. We received a signal from space. Not just a word or phrase. But lengthy paragraphs, weat...

I dreamt I was a secret agent this time. The kind that goes undercover to collect information. A spy. I remember being at an arms deal, playing a minor role. My lead would name one of the weapons and I would hoist it up and parade it around for all to see. Then, if room allowed, I would demo it. I don’t shoot guns often. She gives me a type of new tech shotgun. She thinks I’ll get kicked, but she’ll be wrong. I know how to fire this weapon. Fast forward to some time later and I’ve been hired as a cook, maid, etc at a bad guy’s house. Never met the guy, just know he’s on our radar and I’m supposed to gather as much info as possible. Might have to work there awhile. I see him in a pic and realize I know him from one of the gun shows. I call my hq and tell them I’m sure he’s made me and I’m being set up. She says don’t worry. I’m probably being paranoid. I keep working and later notice that one of the guards has been replaced with a mannequin. A 3-headed mannequin. I’m convinced th...

I got home. It was dark out. I was on the phone with Joshua. I was just about to put my key in the door when I noticed that the back door was open, as if someone had just left and hadn’t closed the door behind them. I put my back against the house, next to the door, trying to not be seen. I listened. I heard the rustling of leaves and footsteps in the woods next door. I wanted to tell Joshua, or to scream for help, but I didn’t want to make my presence known. I was afraid to go inside because what if there are more than one of them? I was afraid to call for help. I was afraid to stay there. I started creeping west towards my neighbor’s, but she wasn’t home.

Dreamt I was in Christmastown, whatever or wherever that is. I was on holiday with my mom and it was winter. Our room had gifts waiting for us when we arrived. There seemed to be lots of chocolate and lederhosen, so maybe I’ve been thinking too much of Bavaria lately.

First thing this morning, I looked up what it means when you dream that your hair is falling out. According to Dreammoods.com it means that you feel like you’re getting old or you’re concerned with your attractiveness. Last night, I dreamt that my hair was coming out in big chunks. Horrified, I looked into a mirror where, below the few strands left, I could see my scalp. Only it was different. I felt at it curiously and it was like paper mache. I began picking at it and tearing at it. Indeed, it was very paper-like and easily tore away. Exposing a brand new beautiful, thick head of hair.

Dreamt I was packing for a Caribbean vacation. All my things were on a beach and I was trying to get them together to make our flight. I forgot my passport at home. Didn’t finish packing when my companions wanted to leave for lunch. We left my stuff just laying on the beach.  I guess it didn’t matter, since I didn’t have my passport anyway.

Touring a very large house. One area opens up, no roof no walls. In the center is a large garden tub. Gently spiraling upward off the edge, a staircase seems to go to nowhere. I follow them up and at the top is another bathtub, this one standard sized. From up there I can see that the room is kind of laid out like a wheel. There are spokes going out from the center and a ring of bedrooms with glass walls. All the rooms have a single twin bed, except the one to my left which has a double bed. There is no other furniture. I walk back down the stairs and towards the room with the double bed. The wall closest to me is glass, allowing me to see into the room, but the furthest wall is white and solid. I pull up my camera to photograph the room and in my viewfinder I see a small boy laying on the right side of the bed. I look up from my camera and he is not there. I look back into the viewfinder and he is there. He sits upright, but slightly reclined. His hands are folded in his lap. H...

It was my grandmother’s old house. Apparently she had died because all the furniture had been removed, the carpets torn up, and both the back and front doors were missing although the front still had its screen door.  The house had been creepy before, but it was worse now. Wooden floorboards creaked and everything seemed to be in grayscale. The swimming pool, long since filled in with sand, was now a swamp covered in greenish slime and bubbling from the movement of unseen creatures. As we left through the front, we stopped on the porch because I heard a splashing noise. The front right side of the property was flooded all the way up to the porch, and I could hear a “splash-splash-splash” of something swimming closer. Then, at the edge of the porch, a head popped up. It looked like one of those old cupie dolls. It hopped up onto the porch, covered in algae slime and began walking towards us.  We escaped to the road, where my dad was waiting for us in his truck.

On a plane to Dublin, everything seems to be going smoothly. Once we ascended to our altitude, the captain says something over the intercom that sounds playful and the plane becomes vertical. The crowds applauds and everyone is delighted but me - I am uncomfortable because I was trying to go to sleep. The plane feels like it tries to right itself, but stalls, and we’re still vertical. No one complains, but I’m growing increasingly concerned. The cabin is quite. The flight attendants haven’t said anything, but they are no longer smiling.

I was riding in a white SUV with Josh, a woman with short or medium blonde hair and her daughter. The blonde woman was driving. In front of our path we saw a massive tornado form, which split into 4 or 5 tornadoes and they were all in our general path and getting closer. I kept yelling, “Turn Around, Turn Around!” but she ignored me. We raced forward in the SUV, only accelerating. I began to panic, but before we reached the tornadoes, she pulled into a suburban area and stopped the car. It was her house and we ran to get cover. She opened the door, but as I ran in, they only stood on the front lawn staring at the storms as they approached.  I yelled over and over, “Get inside!"  And they only did at the last minute. The house shook and the windows exploded, leaving glass all over her living room floor. I ran for the hallway. I remember house pets scurrying by me, maybe just one or two. In this mornings news, I read about Tornadoes that ripped through Oklahoma City, with...

A girl was praying, distraught. She stood, eyes closed, then collapsed back down besides her bed, the wooden cross she held making an imprint on her head that matched the others on her hands and neck.  A priest entered the room and stood behind her. He said, “You know, that cross would be more useful for killing vampires.”  She looked appalled as she turned her head, but once she saw him, her eyes softened.

I noticed in the mirror that the roots of my hair needed touching up, and then I saw that there was some dye left over from before with a shaving brush sitting in it. I began painting my roots with the black dye and the brush. When I rinsed it out, however, my roots were bleached blonde. Very blonde.