I normally don’t remember my dreams, in fact they tend to tease me by letting me remember that I had them, but no details, which drives me nuts. The other night though I had a really vivid dream that I actually remember in full detail, so I figured I’d share it (partly so I can keep track of it, thus not forget it).
I was standing facing a field, I’m not sure if that was the start of the dream, or merely when my memory kicked it. On the ground in front of me was the dead body of a large man, probably in his 50s-60s, white, with a slightly muscular frame giving way to the start of putting on weight, he had a small gray beard, and was wearing a gray shirt and blue overalls. I knew he was a farmer, whether I guessed that from his attire or it was just dream knowledge, I don’t know. I also know I killed him, though he had no visible wound and I had no weapon. I know he had posed a threat to me and I protected myself somehow.
Behind me rose a huge mountain range, riddled with crevices and caves, I know that I came out of one of those caves, though I can’t explain how I fit or moved within it, for it was quite high and narrow. I also know I was afraid of some kind of monstrous bird-thing that lived within the blackness.
So I wanted to distance myself from the mountains, I began walking through the field, I don’t have much to describe about it, it was thick with tall grass and brush and punctuated with coarse shrubs and trees at parts. I know at one point I came across a really strange looking dead tree lying across a series of trenches and was going to cross it when I sensed intense danger, then my vision blacked out and I was back in a different part of the field.
I continued walking for some time until I came across a dilapidated barn, made of old, rotting wood, that looked like it hadn’t seen use in many an age. In front of the barn was a large, simple wooden arch, constructed of three plain wooden beams, it was at least 20 feet tall. In the middle of the arch a dead hawk was hung by its feet with a rope, it looked really beat up and flies were swarming all around it, it had been there for some time. Instinctively I knew this was the entrance to the dead man’s farm, and I hated him deeply for his harming of this bird.
I continued on through the arch and onto the property itself, past the crumbling barn there was a long dirt driveway bordered by thick vegetation, all the plant-life on this land seemed to be brown and dead. As I continued along the dirt path I saw in the distance a huge house of colonial style, in contrast to the barn and the rest of the surroundings the house was in perfect shape, painted a bright, clean white.
As I got closer I saw a woman holding a baby run out of the house, she was dressed in a very old fashioned dress. She seemed quite afraid of me and without stopping she dashed into a nearby shed that seemed to be a garage of some sort. I felt nothing towards this woman, so I ignored her and ascended the steps to the porch and went inside the house.
Inside the house felt more in line with the rest of the world, it was all dark wood paneled, with dark wood furniture. Everything was filthy, and there was dust and cobwebs everywhere. The house had a really bad smell to it, like that of disuse. I was suddenly very hungry, so I found the kitchen, which was tiled with yellowed ceramic and just as disgusting as the rest of the house.
I looked around for food, but everything was covered in strange mold and ooze and there was nothing I dared try to eat. Suddenly, I heard a noise outside one of the kitchen doors, so I grabbed a close knife and hid behind the entryway, ready to strike. The woman from eariler busted in, and when she saw me she froze. We both stared at each other for awhile, before I lowered my knife and she visibly relaxed.
I think we might have spoke, though I don’t remember of what, and then she left and I resumed searching the house. I remember opening what I assumed to be a closet, and finding a massive amount of books, all of modern look and binding and in pretty good shape, as well as a bunch of spiders of extremely bright color; reds, blues, greens.
It was around then that I woke up, or stopped remembering.
So yeah, I thought it was an interesting dream, and since I’m reading Lovecraft I’m finding dreams more interesting then I used to. If I have any more memorable ones I’ll share them.