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I was at work and it was generally a typical day - then a truck with some of the redneck types pulled up to the window and asked for some 30 packs of beer. Nothing unusual. I ran them out to the truck since there were quite a few, they are very heavy and you can hurt your back handing them out the window. This was just easier. After loading up the last one they said I looked like I could use a break. I laughed and agreed - typical polite banter. This happens every day. So one of them pulls me up in the truck and they take off. I start protesting, pointing out I was kidding and all that. They just kept laughing it off. They weren't taking the situation seriously.
They ended up driving to a place that wasn't terribly far - about half an hour walk (I was keeping track cause I had the feeling I'd be on foot soon as the damed vehicle stopped). It was an illegal bar set up in a barn accessable only through an alley. Soon as they stopped and started unloading beer I started trying to head back to work. The driver put an arm around my shoulder and said "You've got to see this place!" and guided me in. It wasn't all that great. I gathered it was one of his close friends or a cousin that actually ran the place - he was very proud (even though there wasn't really anything to be proud of).
The most annoying part is that the guy didn't realize I was kidnapped from work and being held against my will - he was just livening things up a bit. He had no intention of keeping me there or doing any kind of harm. He was just pissing me off. I finally slipped away when one of his friends came up to talk to him and started jogging down the alley. My husband met me shortly after that (he was out looking - when the manager realized I wasn't there she called him to ask if he knew what had happened. He panicks a bit at the thought of me disappearing so he was out driving around and calling everyone we knew simultaniously)
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My husband and I were working with some military branch, diving in the ocean to figure out what happened to a ship that sank. They wanted to recover some of it if possible, we had a line to hook on to it so the boat over us could try and tow it up. It was a LOT bigger than we were told - almost as if there was a submarine attached to the bottom - due to that the cable wasn't strong enough - it just ripped a hole and flooded the thing. Caught a few of the other divers by surprise - they had been gathering papers in the section that remained airtight (thanks to a series of airlocks we had figured out a way to gain access without allowing too much water in) but died before they could get their tanks going again. We barely made it out and I was FURIOUS that they would fail to give me proper information - I figured it was some kind of classified project but that was no excuse! We got back to the surface and the ship was gone - they figured everyone had died and left. That didn't help the anger issue.
We drifted for a time, lost and in despair - then I looked up and saw lights. We half swam (just to feel like we were doing SOMETHING productive) and mostly just let the waves push us to shore. I blacked out shortly after hitting the beach. When I woke up we found out we were in Cuba. Well - time to enjoy the honeymoon we never got, right? While working on getting back home we enjoyed ourselves - ate at some great restaurants, met some interesting people and generally had a great time of it.
Then I woke up. Back home, I woke to rain. I had mixed feelings about the whole thing and went to get on Dream Journal and get it all written down before I forgot. I got about this far when there was a knock on the door and a policewoman was waiting outside - she said there was something weird that popped up - some kind of glitch in the system she needed us to help iron out. Apparently our bank was flipping out - our account was overdrawn and they wanted legal action taken. The weird thing was that there were a bunch of people from Cuba demanding money we had spent. I told her we've never been to Cuba except in the dream I had last night. She showed me a faxed copy of a debit reciept from the awesome restaurant we had dined at a couple times. I was just flabberghasted. I KNEW it was all a dream - now they wanted to know how we got to Cuba and where the money we spent was.
I spent the next couple days trying to get this ironed out. Never did settle it.
While on the way to visit some friends a couple towns over who we thought might be able to help with the Cuba situation, we decided to stop and enjoy a real little vacation, there was a tour going through a seaside mansion of a hotel. There were some interesting (and odd) people on the tour - I got along great with one girl. We picked each other out pretty quick. Our auras were stronger than most of the others (except for a mentally handicapped 20-something guy named Joe, the air around him almost felt electric) and we got to talking. She was a psychic and could see ghosts with ease. She had come here because the hotel was said to be haunted. I was even more excited now LOL
The tour was long and my psychic friend disappeared about halfway through. There were a lot of weird energies around and she had lost her enthusiasm pretty quick, just shaking her head when I asked what she was seeing. The creepy owner of the hotel had popped in a few times to talk to Joe and he kept glancing over at the two of us. When she had disappeared he returned seeming much more relaxed and almost smug when he looked over at me. Joe really liked him for some reason.
When we got to the greenhouse things got really weird - there was some kind of plant in there... I think it was some kind of relative of the Venus Flytrap (As soon as I saw it I had to cover my mouth so I didn't say 'Feed me, Seymore!) but with flowers - I think the flowers had a pollen with some kind of drug-like effect. Everyone got all weird, giggly and passive. When the feeling hit me I turned around and saw my psychic friend - her eyes were missing and she was ash colored. She opened her mouth as if to scream, stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me and I felt my soul being drained out of my body.
When my head cleared I didn't see my body anywhere - most of the people were being blindfolded and the owner was leading Joe into the greenhouse proper while the tour guide was taking the rest of the people outside. A few people had been blindfolded before being led past me. I tried to talk to them but my voice just wasn't there.
I headed in to the house, kinda figuring at this point I was dead and trapped here and while those people couldn't hear me I had a feeling that owner guy could and I was going to make very sure he heard every word I had to say in a couple languages.
I came across the butler (Mostly just the 'manager' of the hotel but he dressed and acted as a butler to keep up the luxurious ambiance of the hotel) and he got in the way. When I told him to move the words were audible and he raised an eyebrow. I was informed that I work for them now and was expected to earn my keep by helping maintain the hotel. I was a ghost maid. I was glad to hear I could influence solid matter - I threw a pillow at the butlers' head. (it was the nearest thing to hand)
My psychic friend was in the same position I was and had been watching from the door. She pulled me out of the room and explained more of what was going on. Those people were using the hotel as a cover business, basically. The owner does research into psychic phenomena but not using methods that would be approved by most. He trapped powerful souls and simply kidnapped people who have talents that are only useful when they are alive. THOSE people are treated as royalty. Joe would probably have a better quality of life here than anywhere else and that knowledge irked us both.
We headed up to find them - Joe could see us and hear us as well as the butler - and the owner.
The next few days were a frustrating game of cat and mouse as I tried to get free. During this time I found out that Joe was a pretty well-rounded psychic. Telepathic, telekinetic, clairvoyant... I found out he had seen me in the future and knew I would play hide and seek with him - so HE sent me to Cuba to make sure I would show up on the tour. The owner got really mad at me a few times, once he even ordered Joe to scatter my soul to the winds - he made it sound like I would come back from it. I grabbed Joe's hand and said 'Let's go play' so he instantly forgot the order. Owner guy hated me.
One day while I was eavesdropping on him talking to Joe, he phrased something just right and I got to thinking. Next chance I got I asked Joe if he would teach me to do all those things he could do. I looked away to make sure the owner hadn't snuck in and when I looked back there was just something.. wrong with Joe's face. It was like there was something horrible trying to get out and as it did it filled my vision. When it settled over me I understood how all of it worked (which I no longer remember) and I saw his memories.
I saw that Joe was NOT mentally handicapped - he was brilliant but lazy. When he got tired of school work he made some kind of deal with some spirit that essentially turned his intelligence into psychic talent. I couldn't help but be disgusted by his choice. Because he had given his talent freely, he remained stupid and I lost nothing - simply gained the abilities he had. Thanks to that talent I was able to bring my body back (I'm not sure exactly how it worked, I basically willed myself to be solid and living again) and because I was so very useful, they had no choice but to make sure I was happy - and since I was also smart they had to actually TELL me what was going on instead of just saying 'do this' and expecting cooperation.
Owner man was very unhappy, indeed.
I feel so very refreshed! ^_^ As annoying as these kinds of dreams can be they just leave me feeling better in the morning.
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My sister and I were traveling and broke down outside a mansion-turned-apartment complex, we were granted a room for a few days while the car was getting fixed. She really didn't want to stay but was more willing to stay there than this weird hippy camp looking place not far away. Looked like a broken down set of vehicles (primary one being a large bus) with some tarps strung up between them. It looked more welcoming than the mansion.... but she was so insistent.
On the way in to the mansion I saw a hand pull down the blinds as if someone was looking out - thing was, the hand was about half the width of the window and the fingers were huge - each segment easily a foot long and as big around as my arm with long talon fingernails.
Inside I saw movement where there shouldn't be any but while it made me nervous, I wasn't really scared. Most of the people seemed nice - just nervous. Jumpy.
We wandered and chatted with people for a while - I'm not sure how much time passed but in the interval I saw what had everyone so jumpy and quick to lock themselves in their rooms at sunset. The house was inhabited by these things (construct or creature, I don't know. Didn't pick one up to feel a pulse) that looked a lot like baby dolls but with wild black hair and huge mouths filled with pointy teeth. I didn't see them attack anyone and they did not attack me - they just watched from the shadows, it was menacing but in a weird way - I knew I should be really freaked out but I just remained a bit nervous. My sister never seemed to be looking in the right place at the right time and thought I was losing it. She loved the old place. Later this insane woman (Platinum blonde hair going grey with large curls, mid-60's far as I could tell by age, looked like a trust fund baby facing bankrupcy as far as the type of crazy went) showed up and decided she was going to take over. She planned on global control and, if she could be believed, already had a goodly amount of people under her control. She implied a few states at least. She swooped in, killed the first few people to oppose her in violent and painful ways to keep everyone else quiet. It worked well since she had more people loyal to her than we had means to defend ourselves.
It took a couple days of increasing fury at having to play along (but dark delight as her patrolmen disappeared occasionally) before I found an opening and dragged my sister along on an escape. Went out one of the third floor windows and climbed down. We got to the hippy camp looking place (though I had to drag her the last few yards) and begged for shelter before that woman could find us because she WOULD kill us if she found us. They agreed to hide us - luckily twenty or so people living in makeshift houses and tents means a lot of piles of blankets, pillows, clothes, etc. They were so obviously poor and 'worthless' that when the crazy lady came to find us, not only did she miss us (barely) but she didn't see much point to taking over. The people in the mansion had some amount of money and class.
Thing was - it was getting dark fast. As the woman and her men headed back to the house I saw movement in the windows - As they approached the front door it opened a little bit and something small zipped out. The four guards looked around, thinking it was a cat or something. While they were trying to find whatever had escaped the little doll ran up and started chewing on the crazy lady's face. I was glad I was watching from the bed I had been hiding in because the pillow I was holding muffled laughter that I felt a little guilty about. (I knew it was really a horrible sort of thing to be happening but I REALLY hated that woman and she deserved it.)
In a second (short) dream I was in a wizard's castle and knew he should not find me there - but there was something I needed to find before I could leave. I made my way to the library where the bookcases were arranged almost like a round labyrinth. There were a number of ghosts trying to clean up what looked like mouse footprints in ink on the floor - they were not having much affect (though there WERE using real cloth, water, etc. they just couldn't create the amount of pressure needed for scrubbing - they were basically dusting). I picked up one of the cloths and started helping - the footprints came up easily for me. I could hear the ghosts whispering about me, shocked that a living person would stoop to such menial tasks and even more amazed that one would help ghosts rather than look down on them. I pretended not to hear and just kept working - even in dreams I've always liked ghosts. I woke before finishing with the floor.
First, my sister in the dream was nothing like my sister in life and 'I' wasn't me. Names didn't really enter in to it or didn't stick if they did. There were a lot of aspects that didn't make sense even at the time, coherancy was less than usual though I remember things better than usual. Grr.
Sleep was restless all night - dentist trip today and I have anxiety issues when it comes to that. (Just glad I didn't have one of those tooth-crumbling dreams again.) Both dreams I remember seemed to pull quite a bit from movies or video games - mostly in the feel of them. They weren't as real as most of my dreams.