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I knew I shouldn't have stayed up telling ghost stories last night.
I spent the whole night in one long, continuous dream that looks to be part of a series. I do dream in recurring, progressing episodes at times -- I had one dream about a cursed shopping mall that lasted years and was considerably further along in the plot when it finally concluded. I am rather hoping this dream doesn't come back, but I think I only got through act one last night.
I dreamed that we -- I say we, though it wasn't actually my family, but some other family which was "mine" -- had moved into a rather elderly house with a large courtyard and a gate at the front that let out onto the road, not that I ever saw the road. We'd been there a month or two when strange things started happening and I recognised quickly that we were haunted. Not only were we haunted, but we were haunted by what Orthodox Jews call a Dybbuk, a sometimes-malicious ghost capable of possessing a person. Dybbuks are not demons, not like in The Exorcist or anything -- they're ghosts, but ghosts that can enter a person and take possession of their body. I am deadly serious about Dybbuks and believe in their existence, because I've seen one, which is a story for another time.
This particular Dybbuk seemed to have elements of more Anglo-Saxon base, because after knocking me out of my chair a few times and making things move he appeared as an actual person, which I'm not sure ordinary Dybbuks normally do. I was standing in the courtyard with the "mum" in the dream, talking about getting a priest in for an exorcism (old horror flick habits die hard) when I noticed that instead of my two sisters sitting on the porch swing across the courtyard, there were three people. On the end was a young man in plain farm clothing with dark black shiny eyes, like marbles. I threw my sisters out of the swing and reached for him and he, of course, became incorporeal and vanished.
At that point I woke up in a cold sweat and couldn't move, because I had the sudden horrible thought that the Dybbuk I saw when I was twelve might have found me again. It took me a solid hour and some working from memories of my Pagan days to get me set right, and even then I had to sleep with my back facing the windows.
In a lot of ways my family is very ordinary and even bourgeois: non-churchgoing Christians, lower-middle-class, average as students and workers. But there is a streak of weirdness that manifests itself in the oddest ways. Mum is eerily good at picking gambling numbers (other people, on her advice, have won hundreds of dollars very quickly) and people unconsciously follow her in stores; I would accuse her of being paranoid, regarding the latter, but I've seen it happen and it's begun happening to me, too. I've seen ghosts in real life and met dead ancestors in dreams.
So, who can say. Creepy dream though, and I hope it doesn't come back.
I spent the whole night in one long, continuous dream that looks to be part of a series. I do dream in recurring, progressing episodes at times -- I had one dream about a cursed shopping mall that lasted years and was considerably further along in the plot when it finally concluded. I am rather hoping this dream doesn't come back, but I think I only got through act one last night.
I dreamed that we -- I say we, though it wasn't actually my family, but some other family which was "mine" -- had moved into a rather elderly house with a large courtyard and a gate at the front that let out onto the road, not that I ever saw the road. We'd been there a month or two when strange things started happening and I recognised quickly that we were haunted. Not only were we haunted, but we were haunted by what Orthodox Jews call a Dybbuk, a sometimes-malicious ghost capable of possessing a person. Dybbuks are not demons, not like in The Exorcist or anything -- they're ghosts, but ghosts that can enter a person and take possession of their body. I am deadly serious about Dybbuks and believe in their existence, because I've seen one, which is a story for another time.
This particular Dybbuk seemed to have elements of more Anglo-Saxon base, because after knocking me out of my chair a few times and making things move he appeared as an actual person, which I'm not sure ordinary Dybbuks normally do. I was standing in the courtyard with the "mum" in the dream, talking about getting a priest in for an exorcism (old horror flick habits die hard) when I noticed that instead of my two sisters sitting on the porch swing across the courtyard, there were three people. On the end was a young man in plain farm clothing with dark black shiny eyes, like marbles. I threw my sisters out of the swing and reached for him and he, of course, became incorporeal and vanished.
At that point I woke up in a cold sweat and couldn't move, because I had the sudden horrible thought that the Dybbuk I saw when I was twelve might have found me again. It took me a solid hour and some working from memories of my Pagan days to get me set right, and even then I had to sleep with my back facing the windows.
In a lot of ways my family is very ordinary and even bourgeois: non-churchgoing Christians, lower-middle-class, average as students and workers. But there is a streak of weirdness that manifests itself in the oddest ways. Mum is eerily good at picking gambling numbers (other people, on her advice, have won hundreds of dollars very quickly) and people unconsciously follow her in stores; I would accuse her of being paranoid, regarding the latter, but I've seen it happen and it's begun happening to me, too. I've seen ghosts in real life and met dead ancestors in dreams.
So, who can say. Creepy dream though, and I hope it doesn't come back.
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Date: 2009-05-01 12:39 am (UTC)I don't recall this story every being told, and now you've got me curious.
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Date: 2009-05-01 01:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-05-01 02:00 am (UTC)