Day Ten: Last Dream I Had

 Okay, here's the DL. I did not forget about my blog for the last week. Truth is, I've been waiting to have a dream that I remember in the morning. The few times I have, I was so relieved that I promptly forgot them by the time I sat down to write it down.

  In general, though, I can tell you I've had two nightmares about my duplex being haunted. One of them was my first night here. McKay left me for a short period of time--in real life--to go buy toilet paper (which was a rather urgent need for me), and I realized that our front room does not have an overhead light, meaning an overwhelming dark gloom over a majority of the apartment. It didn't help that our carpet is a splotchy dark brown shag, putting creepy forest floor images in my mind. Or that the fridge makes noises likes it's possessed (my mother can back me up on this one--it's an evil sounding fridge). Or that just about everything in the house "settles" constantly, making creaking noises. Also, our few belongings were in boxes, which meant I felt about as not at home as possible. In an attempt to make the apartment more "cozy", I started setting up our sleeping bags (we didn't get our bed for about two weeks). After laying them side by side, I noticed their resemblance to body bags, and nearly hyperventilated. Anyway, after all that, was it a wonder that I've had repeating dreams about sharing my apartment with the undead? No? Well, I guess you're not as jumpy as me, then.

  I'm sorry I don't remember any actual details of the dream, though. My dreams are usually quite strange, so I was holding out to get a really good one, but I figured at this point it was time to move on. Maybe I'll come back to this one eventually. But only if you're good.