Anyone There...?
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Lucid Intent? No
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Didn't take notes; sorry. :(
This seemed to be part of a bigger dream from my nap, I believe.
I know I was somewhere and wished to go off by myself. Maybe it was my brother's house because I seem to recall my niece, Rayne, though the house looked different. I believe there was still a hallway, but there were more rooms, and "my" room was strangely messy, like with clothes tossed all over, and the lighting was bad and the air smelled like cigarette smoke. >_< Yuck. I passed through my room and then suddenly recalled that near the "back" of this building was the big room where the old man was and I wanted to explore it more thoroughly than I had the last time.
All right, explanation. This was all in reference to events that never took place but that I had knowledge of in the dream. In truth, the thought of a "big room" and an "old man" DOES remind me of an earlier dream (see "The Eccentric Old Man: A Dream In Four Parts") so perhaps there was a connection and these two were the same or at least similar.
In any event...I knew that at some point in the past, I had passed through this "house," which was now quite big and had many rooms, and toward the back was a large room owned by the mysterious old man, and I was intrigued enough to want to visit this more thoroughly as apparently I hadn't gotten a very good look before. Well, I wanted to be off by myself, so this was the perfect time. I passed through my room and through part of the house before coming to a large empty anteroom which came right before the old man's room (which was like a library or office rather than personal quarters, I believe), and at the doorway to this I halted, hesitating.
I hated the thought of trespassing, or of just wandering in uninvited. Plus I wanted to look around unnoticed. But what if someone was in there? I thought it'd be best to ask first. I gingerly stuck my head through the doorway into the huge anteroom and said in a tentative voice, "Is anyone there...?"
Bleh. My voice wasn't very loud at all. Despite the room's size and echoey-ness, I didn't believe my voice would carry far enough. I think I called out again, but not much louder; I felt so terribly self-conscious. As I did so I got a better look at this anteroom. It was very big and tall, like a gymnasium, squarish rather than long or wide, and seemed to be made entirely of long wooden planks. There was a natural light source to the right so there must have been a window set in that wall, letting in cold white light. I believe there was a doorway in the left wall, and there was a doorway ahead which led into the old man's big room, which was probably of about the same size as this, only properly furnished. I felt that his room would be rather dark/not lit well, but it certainly wouldn't be empty like this room here.
I suddenly noticed, as I got ready to step into the room, that it wasn't in perfect condition. I think now I saw some objects gathered in a pile kind of to the left of the doorway ahead of me--rusty random objects like from furniture and stuff, just junk--and I believe they'd been scorched or burnt. In addition, the floor planking right in front of the doorway was gaping in a hole like something had crashed through the floor right in front of the old man's room. This hole was about as wide across as the doorway and quite easy to fall through. While there was still undamaged space all around it, so an adventurous soul could still make their way into the old man's room, I was fearful not only of the planks right around the destroyed section of floor giving out (which was entirely possible), but of even the undamaged sections of floor in the rest of the room not being sturdy enough to carry my weight (which was kind of a stretch, but still).
Even as I stood in the entryway pondering what to do--should I chance it and try to make my way across?--somebody suddenly appeared from the right, though it never occurred to me to question how they got there. It was a female jogger, maybe in her twenties or thirties, with fair skin and freckles, frizzy red hair done up in a ponytail, a sweatband around her forehead, and typical jogging clothes like a T-shirt and shorts. She came jogging across the middle of the room, from right to left, apparently heading for the opposite doorway. I think I called out to her--"Excuse me," maybe--and she must have been surprised, for she halted and whirled her head to look at me so abruptly that she fell through the floor! :O
I immediately fell to my hands and knees and cried, "Are you okay?!" To my own surprise, the jogger reemerged, the upper half of her body coming up through the hole, and she seemed just fine, though a bit flustered, and offered me a vaguely embarrassed smile. "I didn't mean to startle or hurt you!" I exclaimed, feeling bad.
"It's okay," she said. "I'm a ghost and I can't get hurt."
I guess that explained her falling through the floor without getting killed (even though she'd created a hole)! "So--you haunt this place?" I asked, puzzled. "You and other ghosts?"
She nodded and came up out of the hole. She might have explained herself a bit, and maybe the household and its connection to the old man, as she did so. "Have to be on my way!" I believe she said, politely, and continued her jogging, on toward the left doorway. I believe I shouted something after her, maybe goodbye; I'd wanted to ask her more questions, but she seemed to be in a hurry--I guess haunts do have a routine to stick to--so I didn't get to. She vanished through the other doorway and I again turned to the doorway ahead, pondering if I should risk making it to the old man's room or not. I didn't get to decide before the dream ended.
I already mentioned the dream that the old man's room reminded me of. The red-haired jogger vaguely makes me think of the red-haired stranger who seemed to know me in a much older dream, "Pirates Of Mackinac Island," though the girl from the older dream was younger and prettier. Still, they were both red-haired strangers who I seemed to share some sort of unknown connection with, so that's why I associate them. No idea who they are, though. *shrug*
